The running of the fools

  Having found his way to the bar, he ordered a Scotch whiskey. While the bar tender went about preparing the drink, he turned with one arm on the bar and looked out into the crowd that he had just maneuvered through. It was a diverse crowd, but with that uncomfortable feeling, like being at a wedding reception where two different groups of people are all thrown together in one room. Some chatting in small groups, but most like he, not knowing more of the people, then they knew. As he settled in with his drink, he felt the chill from outside start to fade. All around, people engaged in nervous conversations, and he heard bits and pieces from different ones. But he was content to stand where he was, and happy to not be added to what was being discussed. A well dressed woman, about in her early sixties he figured, was holding court. Telling the group about her grandchildren.
  But then out of the corner of his eye, he saw her coming. She stopped and said to the older woman, Hello mom. Oh, here she is the mother said, and carried on in that manner. While they talked, he could not look anywhere else, as the young woman was stunningly beautiful! But as he became aware that he must have been staring, and that there was someone else with her?
  Oh no, he thought to himself, I have got to get away from here. But it was too late, and her husband or boyfriend, shot him what looked like an accusing glance. But the man walked right up to him and said, Don't I know you from somewhere, you look very familiar, are you on TV? Well I.. But the man interrupted and launched into the politics of the left. Oh no, he thought, not one of these? Undeterred by his lack of comment, the man, who was already quite drunk, continued with his rabbling discourse of the standard talking points. Shit, he thought to himself, Trapped like a rat.
  He listened as intently as he could pretend, but finally, he could take this stupidity no more. The conversation, one way as it was felt like a weight, and it became more then he could hold, something had to give? Look ass hole, he said. Catching himself for a moment, he must have been yelling, as now, almost everyone in the room was looking at him. But he was beyond caring, and he ripped into the fool, blowing up each point that the drunken man had insisted he listen to.
  Now this wasn't the first time he had been confronted with this type of thing. In fact, he knew their story better then they did, as he had labored under the same misinformation for years. It was always the same message, for the common good? But the common good for these types always meant, For the good of a minority, at the expense of the majority. It was of no use to try and explain to them that they were supporting the very type of rich people who they swore to hate? Money, it was always about the money. Usually, he could ward off the stupidity without getting too angry, but there was something about this guy? People were all staring now, and the other man looked stunned, but it was too late, and he looked to finish off the fool. Attacking him now, much like a lion would tear apart a zebra!