Today, one of the other political parties is hosting a “forum,” but not a debate. I was briefly there to check out the candidates and confront an opponent who I heard talked trash about me. Mr. Corey Ellis, folks. Can’t handle confrontation.
I walked up to him and he got real nervous. I extended my hand and politely introduced myself and then said, “but you already know that. Next time you want to talk shit, say it to my face.” I smiled and walked away as he sat there like a scared bunny rabbit.
Now why didn’t I stay? Because I’d been told it was a debate, not a panel discussion. No sense in staying then if I can’t get up and pepper questions at them. A lot of people were turning their heads to look at me and they all looked real nervous when I glared back at them.
Yes, I went there with the hopes of calmly disrupting the event before it even started by making people nervous and by making them realize that I’m here to kick scumbag ass. No, I don’t care how bad that makes me look. I accomplished my goal: to show that I’m serious and that I’m not afraid of confrontation. I calmly walked out of the room, leaving murmuring behind me.
As I wrote earlier today, in that very same room, I will be hosting a Q&A on the 14th. And they’re all welcome to come to the party. Unlike Ellis, I won’t cower in fear. The whole room was getting nervous.
Was it something I said, or are they scared of little ol’ me possibly winning?