Raining rock on the racists
In 1988 a bunch of us skater dudes sneaked up on a Ku Klux Klan parade in upstate Maryland (yes, this sort of thing occasionally happened even in the 1980s), setting ourselves up behind a fence near a building along the marching route.

Picking up various mineral projectiles off the ground, we waited until we could see the pointy white hoods bobbing up and down in the distance beyond the fence, and -- on a count of three -- we lobbed the stones high in the air above the battalion of bigots, turned, and galloped away bounding over benches and parked cars like antelopes.

We didn't even wait to see if we'd hit anything, but I like to think my carefully aimed rock bonked some guy clean on his pointy head, altering his brain signals and changing him into a flower child or something. Okay, maybe not.
(The 2-Belo OH SHI--[Sound of impact][End of recording], Fri 12 Nov 2010, 0:01, 4 replies)

Proper order.

( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Fri 12 Nov 2010, 1:00, closed)

That wasn't the KKK

(Richy_T hundreds if not thousands of dollars, Fri 12 Nov 2010, 7:56, closed)

Awwwww.
( Matth knows what yellow snow tastes like, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 0:42, closed)

Hmmm
Well that certainly wasn't "la, la, la-la la la" I heard that day...
(The 2-Belo OH SHI--[Sound of impact][End of recording], Mon 15 Nov 2010, 5:31, closed)