One angry person confronts a politician in a restaurant, and is almost immediately himself confronted by a group of other diners who don’t want him to be nasty. At least the odds are still in favor of human decency. But for how long?
BTW: notice the title of this piece. It says “Diners confront
. . .” Looked to me like only one diner, which is what I base my conclusion on.
The “I’m going to sell it to TMZ,” pronounced loudly, twice, is icing on the cake. Above “One vs Many,” indeed above all dueling polarities, is the ever present spell of “money” to be “made” from no matter what. Doesn’t matter. Atrocity? Destruction? Confrontation? All such bad news is grist for the grinding emotional mill that has most humans caught in its web, either denying their own complicity, or longing to act it out, or unconsciously(?) projecting it, like a poisonous spray, into the murky, turgid, roiling atmosphere in which we all, at this point in his-story, live and move and have our being.
Hmmm. . . What did TMZ pay for the video?