Here’s my challenge:

Among the legions of Lizards, let one come forward with a personal account of the “spat-upon Vietnam vet” syndrome. Time, place, date, physical description of the hippie scum who did it (right - like hippies have ever had balls big enough to go up to a soldier in uniform and spit on him - there’s an end to the myth right there), what said scumster said or did during the spit incident, and I’ll relent.

Otherwise, it’s “I heard this and my buddy told me that”, which is the point here. A year from now, the teabaggers will be telling each other and anybody without the wit to walk away, “I was there with fifteen million other outraged Americans and Glenn Beck.”

Sure you were.