Dear Neckless Fucktard on the Red Line

Yesterday we were sharing a subway ride from Cambridge to Boston with a Sikh gentleman, whom you were giving the squid-eye until he got off the train a couple of stops later.  As the doors to the car closed behind the turbaned individual the woman you were sitting next to said something I couldn't quite make out, to which you responded, "That's what you get for attacking America." 

I didn't say anything at the time because I was a coward, but for someone not to know the difference between a Muslim and a Sikh a good three years after September 11th is downright terrifying.  I didn't realize people could be that stupid.  And since attempting to correct such ignorance probably would have resulted in me being beaten to a pulp, or worse, ending up on the MBTA's "shit list" by causing a public disturbance the Friday before the DNC, I chose discretion over valor and let the poor Sikh's honor go undefended. 

Of course you would have been way out of line as well had the passenger actually been a Muslim.  But that's probably way too much complexity for a neckless fucktard like you.