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He said: 

I have a knife.
I have a gun.
I'm gonna kick some ass! (kicks the air in front of him)
Won't someone shut me up?! 

Okay, I began to get a bit nervous them and slowly edge away. He continued into some sort of half-poetic rant about various races and how people ruin the planet with their SUVs. At least that's what I think he was saying. I was trying to look away, pretending to be looking for the bus that I was desperately wanting to jump on to evade this guy. Part of the time I had to turn away to stifle laughter at what the guy was saying. He continued his sorta sing-song rant about the world and I continued to pretend to ignore him while ensuring that he didn't leap towards me and start using those alleged knives and guns he claimed to have earlier. 

For the first time, I actually found myself thanking the roars of cars and buses passing for creating enough noise to drown the guy out.  

Perhaps the guy was just trying to get attention. Perhaps he was a sociopath. I've seen many a weird person get up on their hypothetical soapbox and lecture to no one in particular. There's one freaky guy that hangs out in downtown and at the university that just stands around with a one foot wooden cross with a sharpened lower point. All he does is stand there and say "Jesus... Heaven..." While it might be interesting to make a flying spaghetti monster sign and stand next to him saying "Pasta, marinara..." it would probably make him feel justified for being a weirdo by some twisted sense of logic. 

I didn't really take anything the guy at the bus stop said seriously, except for the threat of possible weapons. If he had merely addressed me, "Hello, what do you think about the military-industrial complex and its impact on the American middle class?" Then we might have had an interesting conversation. However, he didn't seem that interested in having a conversation. He was in his own little world. I don't know what he expected when he asked for someone to shut him up. Did he want money? food? ammo? Did he expect that he was going to piss off someone enough that they'd take a swing at him? Some people are into ...ahem... recreational fighting. They just go pick a fight, for the purpose of fighting. Its called "scrapping" here in Hawaii. So, if someone comes up and says," Sup bra, wanna scrap?" you'd best hope you even have the option of declining. Some people will even fight their friends, and somehow are still friends, and still get into regular physical fights. Scrapping buddies! If you take pictures, would it be a scrap-book?

Anyway, somewhere that fellow is out there continuing his rant, freaking out tourists. Well, at least he's doing some good in the world. :-)