That was uncalled for (to be)

I am walking down the street with a 14" by 28" poster of Laurence Fishburne dressed as Thurgood Marshall because the former is playing the latter in a new off-Broadway show (16 WEEKS ONLY!). It was free at work, so I nabbed it, grabbed it and advertised, nearly a sandwichboard, down 8th avenue. I received many looks and stares of all sorts, but only two verbal recognitions. One was friendly. Thanks Khonsu. The other was:

"What's this?"

"Thurgood Marshall. It's new."

Realizing, "Oh! Clarence Thomas doesn't observe that hideous fucking Communist idiology."

The last sentence was for clarity's sake, apparently. It was like he had planned out a sentence about Marshall for weeks, but didn't know where to place it, or he learned this somewhere and was simply repeating it. He was angry, too.

And then he was gone.