Say what you will about those two fellows who got into the dustup outside the NSA on Monday, they knew how to party.
Kevin Fleming and Ricky Hall turned out to be cross-dressing male prostitutes.
They had evidently been on a drinking binge at a motel nearby when they decided to steal their john's Ford Escape and take it for a joyride. When the guard at the NSA entrance told them to turn back, they accelerated through the gate, then rammed an NSA police car. A firefight ensued.
Hall was killed and Fleming wounded. A search of the car turned up cocaine as well as a handgun.
Although initial speculation was that the incident might constitute some sort of protest against our government's overly intrusive surveillance policies, there seems to be no indication that either Hall and Fleming had any inkling they were at the headquarters of the NSA.
The next time one of your buddies preens about what a wild and crazy guy he is, compare him to these two. He'll almost certainly come up short.