Dear Ben,
Before **EITHER** Sons of Odin, or, mohammedan wankers, there were folks that would actually just stand there, and tell the intended parties to shut their yap and get out of town, ‘or else’. ‘This is my town, my village, my city, my county, my state, my country, and if you don’t like it, leave or you wish you had, once i was darn through with you.’
But noooooo! it might just hoit their widdle feewings!