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Hair, 26, suffered a skull fracture, a split sinus and tooth damage; Sonny Gonzales, 35, received a head laceration; and Scott Boswell, 25, got a split lip.

Let me preface this post by first saying that nobody deserves to be harassed or assaulted for their sexual orientation.

Stereotypes about a gay man's feminine ways, and lack of prowess in sports and fighting notwithstanding...... how in the hell does one man inflict such damage upon three men? It seems that three 15 year olds could subdue a grown man if they worked together.

Did they fight like girls? If they did, it would seem that they could have stopped him by sheer numbers. 3:1 I know it sounds horribly sexist for me to say, "Did they fight like girls?", but even if they did it would seem that they could have stopped this attack. I remember as an elementary school kid, the "furious windmill style" (alternating full arm rotations forward in non-stop succession with either closed or open hands) that girls used when fighting was quite a formidable offense and defense. Guys that used the conventional boxer stance that uses bent elbows with the fists up at eye-level, (usually taught by dad in the living room. "Come on son, let your old man show you how to box!"), sometimes proved futile against an attack such as this. While your face is indeed protected from a jab, the onslaught of overhand slaps and punches causes you to simultaneously pick your hands up higher and lower your head. Additionally, it is tough to launch a successful counterpunch. Either this guy was better than Jet Li in Lethal Weapon 4, or these three simply ran around in circles screaming in high-pitched unison whilst absorbing punches and kicks.

"Before attacking the men in a parking garage, Angus taunted them by dropping his pants and screaming obscenities."

I would, however, have to say that I believe that there is some credence in the notion that most "homophobes" are simply angry and lashing out against their own latent homosexual urges or thoughts. While I don't consider myself to be a "tough guy" or a "fighter", I have been in a few fights in school, and in the service. No matter how enraged I was, I never felt compelled to drop my pants before the fisticuffs started. Nor could I ever see myself and two friends being soundly defeated by any one man.

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