About a month ago, I was walking into the supermarket, when I saw a bicycle chained to a pillar outside the store. It was adorned with all these dopey Bush-with-devil-horns type stickers, and another "Where are the weapons, Motherf*cker!" sticker.
I stood looking at the monstrosity, chuckling and thinking to myself "What kind of moron rides around on a bike like that? Must be some dopey college kid."
Then the door to the liquor store (next to the supermarket) opens and this dweeby little 50-year-old geek steps out, looking like Napoleon Dynamite's big brother, and wearing the classic Che t-shirt.
I don't normally act like this, but it was a natural and unplanned reaction - I just started laughing hysterically at the guy. He was just so perfect. Right out of dumbass central casting.
He just look at me all sad, as I guffawed at him. He unlocked his bicycle and rode away with his cheap bottle of pink wine, undoubtedly plotting some half-assed angry geek revolution that would create a world where he would be able to order me put to death.
Good luck with that, my little dweeby revolutionary friend!
About a month ago, I gave my cousin a ride to Georgia State University in downtown Atlanta. After I dropped him off, I proceeded towards the capital building and came across a war protest. It wasn't very big, probably not even forty people. They were carrying mock coffins. They were all just like the guy you described, middle-aged to elderly, but still dressing like kids. Even though it was right next to a university, I did not see one young person among them. I thought that was really funny.
But we own all the guns.
Oh wait, thats right, they want to secure they grip on power, take away all the guys and then kill off all the people who don't think the way they do.
BUT, did he ever take that bike off any sweet jumps? :-)