Young Punk Thinks He Can Get Away With Spitting In A Marine’s Face

While a group of Marines arrived to participate in an event at Rocks on the Range in Columbus, Ohio, they figured it would be a great opportunity to share their love for America.

But during the event, one Marine’s wife took out her phone and started recording because a liberal hippie, out of nowhere and seemingly unprovoked, approached the group of Marines and started calling them “m_ur***ers.”

As he continued to deride the men who put their lives on the line to defend our freedom, the stoic soldiers did not give an inch to the man’s plan to shame them into fighting in the United States miIitary.

 

But then, in a vuIgar display of dissent, the liberal spit into the face of one of the Marines. That’s when he learned why you should never do that.

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