Let me guess how this turns out.
I'll tell ya exactly how it turns out.
Buddy the protestor does his best impression of strutting about like a rooster with severe head trauma, after which, he retreats back to his 1 ton dualie (it's kinda cold dontcha know) and heads back home stopping only to replenish the diesel in the truck and stock up on a large supply of cheetos and pork cracklins'.
While on route back to his double-wide, he calls all his protestor buddies and describes how he single-handedly charged the 3 dozen security folks, grabbed all their weapons and knocked 'em out with his expert jujitsu skills.
Upon arrival back at the trailer park, he cranks up the heat (it's kinda cold dontcha know) and pats himself on the back for a job well done.... Unwittingly straining one of the fat muscles in his shoulder from the self congratulatory back pat, buddy calls back all his friends and mentions that he forgot to mention that he dodged a hail of bullets during the charge, but one errant ricochet caught him unawares... Basking in the glow from the accolades plied upon him by his cognitively disadvantaged friends, he reassures them that he's OK and performed the surgery on himself and applied a secret traditional balm of mud, frog droppings and quack grass with such huge curative properties that all evidence of the near fatal shot were entirely erased.
The following morning, buddy races to the welfare office to collect that week's cheque
.... This sound about right re: how this turns out?
