content: So I was waltzin' around, mindin my business-... And I see a real slimeball, a real no-gooder, a real strudel-slappin scoundrel gettin handsy with what appeared to be an 8 year old little girl in a dark alleyway.  So I give the guy my two cents, and by cents I mean fists, I throw him up against a wall and the girl runs away, and as I'm tenderizing this tortellini he starts talkin' all manner of trash. He calls me a "Mother-fucker". I've laid me a few fine lassies in my time, so I brush it off and keep beatin him. He calls me a "Piece 'a shit". I'vent ever wapped a thug who didn't call me that, so that just gave me more reason to KEEP wailin on him.  Then he calls me an "Anti-Semite". Now, that was sumfin I ain't eva been called before. But every paper on the block and over uses that word to describe folks who are bad news, and I don't wanna be seen, as bad news. So I stopped hittin him and walked away, after all, I don't wanna be known as one-a-dem Anti-Semites.