I would like a permanent police officer posted by the bus nexus in market square. Yesterday, I observed a crack deal, a real honest-to-God open-air crack deal in the hub of downtown commerce.
And I saw a fellow pushed to the ground, only to have his head split open on the concrete.
And a guy going into that nuisance bar called the "Circle Bar" asked me, "What are you looking at, faggot?" And of course, the proper response to that is "You, faggot." But, being admittedly afraid the guy was a crack dealer and therefore strapped, and also believing you just don't call people, strangers or otherwise, faggot, I just said, "Not you."