Damn straight. I wish I wasn’t 2,000 miles away. I’d be down there at the crack of dawn with my sign that would say “Don’t even think about it, you rat assholes”, a pair of hidden brass knuckles, a sap, and my pepper spray.....and I’m a girl!
Bump.
I would be honored if you want to smack me a few times to get wound up. I’d sacrifice my beautiful face for the cause and just to see a “girl” beat the hell out of a big old union thug. And of course, me and my homies would step in if needed.