Think I'm not mad? Think I'm not mad? The Isthmus thinks I'm mad! You talkin about me? You talkin about me?

The ranter. 

I really and truly didn't see any reporters before I shot my mouth off.  And the article is inaccurate, I actually ripped the megaphone out of a college kid's hand.  (All of a sudden I was transported back to the Washington Mall in 1968).