On a lark I purchased a Panama hat and loud West Indian shirt. I placed a cigar in my pocket and went to visit the freaks in Union Square. The freaks literally ran for their lives as they thought I was a Cuban American. This is quite interesting as I have seen the same types harass people in military outfits and policemen. My DHS logo shirt does not inspire similar reaction from Commies.
A coworker asked " Have you joined the Miami Mafia ?".
I have to tip the Panama hat to Henry Gomez of Babalu blog. This was the most fun I had in ages.
Commies react to Panama Hats like vampires or Ducky reacting to a crucifix.
Maybe it is time for Beakerambo to become an honorary Cuban American. I will have to see if we can talk to Mr B about a special issue new avatar.