Seconded.
He taught me a lot about how to do successful street theater.
Hahaha! That was one of the reasons I referenced his “Halliburton” hat in another post.
Just the sight of the hat, as he went face to face with the moonbats down in Washington, was enough to cause the spittle to form on their lips, and their mouths would move silently like a landed fish before the infantile words could form in their brains...
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
I rememember him with a megaphone one time singing something like “One little, Two little, Three little liberals...”
How we laughed...no fear in that man.
When he passed, me and another FReeper (and good friend of mine) drove down to attend his wake and funeral. He was worth it, may he RIP.