Radar
I guess I'll start with my friend Verv, who would have qualified for last week's question too (the one before as well). He contacted me a little over a year ago while studying Korean in a military intelligence institute in the US. He's basically everything you'd name in a typical American: extremely pro-Bush, fundamentally religious, and thinks his way is right. I knew coming to this country would open his eyes up. Oh yeah, and he looks like Radar from MASH.

A month after getting here, he made the announcement that he knew the US government was just fucking him around, so he denounced Bush and proclaimed his new belief: "I think this is the underlying premise of a conservative, yet socialistic stance, or inflammatorily known as national socialism."

Verv is the kind of guy drawn to anything a bit nationalistic. He has band together with a small group of very xenophobic Koreans. He also revealed once that he has a fundoshi, that Japanese diaper that sumo wrestlers wear. He loves Asians, but he isn't crazy about blacks and Arabs. But he's the sort of guy more likely to hug someone than punch them. He always uses unnecessary British slang (like "oi" and calling everyone "mate") because he's a skinhead. And he generally sounds like a Klingon on ecstasy. "Tonight, mate, we will drink. For honour!"

The first time I met him, he was the typical annoying foreigner. He got really drunk and assumed every girl wanted to bone him just because he was white. They didn't.

Recently he got two things he really wanted: a Korean girlfriend and a Rock Against Communism shirt. I took this picture that shows off his personality pretty well (http://indecline.net/korea/archive/20060225/RAC.JPG).

That night, he was in the park with the girl on the left when they started snogging in full view of everyone. His uber-nationalist Korean friends showed up, and when they saw Verv with his tongue down this girl's throat, they were pissed. The biggest guy started muttering "What in the fuck?" Verv saw them, stopped kissing the girl, and yelled "Hey guys! Look at my shirt!" One of them nearly kicked his ass.

Later that night he got his nose broken in an inpromptu bare-knuckle boxing match against two of his friends.

I'm gonna cut it off here. Expect any future stories to have more of a point. And no apologies for length because this was just the foreplay.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 24 Mar 2006, 2:53, Reply)