A second Antifa member is charged with assaulting U.S. Marine reservists in Philly

He looks almost normal, especially compared to the first mouth-breather.

If there are, in fact, Antifa thugs who are willing to take on Marines, then this virus is more dangerous than we thought.

My original impression of these morons was that they were mostly activist nerds from academia, but the pictures shown reveal some sizeable thugs. \\

Are we really going to have a revolutionary group that is willing to take over the streets of our country without much in the way of police retaliation? Who, then, is going to step forward to save our culture and country? I submit that the so-called “militia” movement may arise again.

That’s good to know...I got pepper spray on me once someplace on my body (long story, somewhat funny, but NOT my eyes) and I can’t imagine how it feels getting that in the eyes...

Some people have a different tolerance. Was at a Forth of July celebration when a riot broke out about a block away. Police tear gassed the area - police grade stuff. It blew over to my area. Some friends couldn’t see and could barely breath. I found it slightly annoying. Led them away. Maybe have a higher tolerance because I like to eat chili made with habaneros or ghost peppers. :)

LOL, I do too, I enjoy cooking myself, and use habaneros, but have only had the courage to use hot sauces with ghost peppers, because it is more, er...calibratable! I have a very high tolerance now, and if I want spicy food, I have to cook it myself because I can’t get it hot enough in restaurants.

I had an incident once, my wife had brought me a rack of dried peppers that had very little heat, but a wonderful flavor. I used to walk by, break one off, and eat it as a snack. It was a good sized rack, too, probably three dozen peppers. Well, one night, alone in my house, I broke one off and began eating it absentmindedly.

I chewed a few bites, and and the heat came on fast and hard. Soon, I was panting and sweating, and I felt like I had drunk a mug of boiling vegetable oil. I began drinking milk, to no effect, ate bread, nothing...put my mouth under running water, no effect! It was frightening. I was all alone in the house, late at night, and the thought occurred to me: I could die. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I might have been having an allergic reaction of some kind, and I went into the bathroom to see if I had any benadryl, and when I saw my face in the mirror, it was nearly a maroon color, which scared the crap out of me!

I thought...this is a shitty way to go.

Then, with time (as I guess it does for all peppers) it began to subside. I went back to look a the pepper, to see if it looked any different than the ones I normally ate, but the weird thing was, I couldn’t find it. I looked in the trash, the garbage disposal, the floor..nothing. I only took about two bites out of that pepper, so it had to be somewhere, but I never found it.

Honestly, I used to pop just about any pepper in my mouth, but after that, I always, ALWAYS take a verrrrry tiny sample of a pepper I don’t recognize...just to be sure. That scared the crap out of me.

I guess I have to tell you my story of, er...exposure. I find it hilarious now, but at the time, it wasn’t funny at all.

Back in the early eighties after I got out of the Navy, I was with about twenty people renting a chalet up in Vermont for New Years Eve. These were pretty wild parties we held every year where we would rent it for a week straddling New Years Day, party, go skiing, etc.

It was a core of people who went up, but every year there were different people to fill out the numbers to get the cost down...that year, I invited a couple of gals I was in college with, and I was dating one of them.

One night, we were all drinking, and even though the weather was bitterly cold we all wanted to stretch our legs and get some fresh air, so about ten of us went for a walk on the roads in this area where all the chalets were...each one was probably fifty yards from the next one, so not packed too tightly.

Here we are walking along somewhere around 23:00, just having a good time laughing and such, and some dog comes running up to us from a chalet. I have owned dogs and spent time around them my whole life, but my best friend (who had gone in the Navy with me) had never owned a dog or lived with one. I recognized the dog was a good dog, his tail was wagging, and he was coming out to greet us, not even barking. My buddy suddenly whips a container of pepper spray out of his pocket and was getting ready to spray the dog when I grabbed it out of his hand and said “What the hell are you doing? Don’t spray that dog...it isn’t going to attack us! What the hell?” and I stuck it in my pocket.

I don’t know why he had it, I didn’t even think he owned anything like that...he never mentioned it. He asked for it back, but I said no way, I’ll hold onto this for you and we both forgot about it.

We walked on, drinking our beers, having a good time. I had a pretty good buzz going at that time, and at one point I bent to one knee to tie my shoelace.

You know how sometimes (even if you aren’t drinking) your brain simply doesn’t put 2+2 together? Well, as I was bent to one knee tying my shoe, I heard this faint sound “psssssssssssssss” and didn’t even give it a second thought. When I got to my feet, my brain was dimly saying to me in the background “Hey. What was that “pssssssssssssssss” sound?”

Then, suddenly, my privates began to burn. Then suddenly, it felt like I had fallen face down onto a glowing bed of coals, my crotch positioned right over the hottest part.

Apparently, when I stuck that container of pepper spray in my pocket, the safety catch had come off, and when I bent to a knee, the nozzle was positioned right over my pecker and stones, and when my leg bent at the hip, it fired the container emptying the entire thing right onto my Johnson.

I remember looking frantically for probably a second in several directions in confusion, then with no hesitation and everyone looking at me with a puzzled look, I shoved my nearly full bottle of beer inside the front of my pants and emptied it, to no effect.

I then ran up to a chalet which had a garden hose and shoved it down my pants, but to be honest, I think it may have been shut off or frozen, so I took off on a dead run for our chalet, burst through the front door, ran into a bathroom shucking my pants on the run, jumped in the bathtub and put my crotch right under that faucet of cold water. It didn’t help at all, but I didn’t know what else to do. I recall being there for probably 15-30 min just having the water run.

Everyone had no idea what had happened. They were pounding on the door, shouting for me to open it, but...what the hell was I going to do. Finally, I came out some time later and explained, showing them the canister, and I cannot remember anyone laughing...I think they were simply too frightened and eventually relieved to see the hilarity of it immediately, though it became part of our group’s lore...it does make me laugh to remember it even all these years later!

The girl I was dating was too frightened to have anything to do with me that night, either...later, I was feeling normal again, and frisky, but...no dice! I suppose she may have been wondering what kind of effect that was going to have on her...:)