To the fat-ass  who went out of his way to interrupt my wife and her friends while they were conversing amongst themselves in their native language to tell them that they should speak in English, here’s what you should do: Mind your own fucking business.  I bet you felt like a real big shot harassing three Filipino ladies who were just trying to enjoy an outdoor event. Are you such a fragile failure of a human being that the thought of someone from a different cultural background demands that you harass them for it?

My wife was nicer than I would have been and somehow humoured your bullshit, even though she knew what you were saying was wrong. 

Oh, your grandfather was responsible for immigrants being here (whatever THAT means)? So fucking what? What right would that give YOU to tell anyone what they can and can’t say to each other, or in what language they do it?  In what language do you need to be told that we have freedom of expression in this country before that sinks in, moron?  Was your grandfather the one of driving people from their homes in the first place?  Is that what you meant? Well, your sad existence certainly attests to that possibility. 

My wife and her friends put it behind them and I’ve tried to do the same, but days later this still gnaws at me.  I want to believe that we are better than this and that cowards like you are a shrinking minority.  I want to be able to ignore this as the ranting of some asshole, but I can’t because saying nothing just emboldens dipshits like you.  Silence is complicity.  I was born and raised here and I will not be complicit in letting a limp-dick piece of shit like you be the face of my home.
—Pissed-off Nova Scotian