After the Canucks had their title stolen from them by the American dogs, I took to the streets with my fellow brethren to protest the imperialistic subjugation of International Hockey. As a father of 7 I felt it was my duty to stand up for my family as I did not want them in harm's way. I fell in with a group of like-minded patriots and we began to storm through the streets of Vancouver like a whirling dervish.
After looting a JC Penny's and torching an ice cream truck, we rounded a corner and were faced by a solid wall of Canada's finest. Their riot shields interlocked, their goose step march methodical, their truncheons glistening with the spittle and bodily fluids of their last encounter; they approached. With a cry of "Go Canucks!" we charged. Only to be met with the solid wall of force that is the Rothco Police Anti-Riot Protective Shield. We were pushed back, we surged again, and once again the Rothco Police Anti-Riot Protective Shield belayed our assault. At this point we realized that there was no way that our rebellion against International Hockey was going to succeed due to the Rothco Anti-Riot Protective Shield and we fled.
Had it not been for the Rothco Anti-Riot Protective Shield, I may have continued to embrace my baser instincts and done something I really regretted. Thank you Rothco Anti-Riot Protective Shield for saving my life.
