OK, I didn't know who Kevin Williamson was until today, either. But see if you agree that he's America's new hero.
Williamson, a write for National Review's "On the Corner" feature, says in this blog post that he want to see a New York musical, "Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812." He doesn't say how much the tickets cost him, but a single premium ticket for Friday night costs $175.
Here's what happened when Williamson asked the woman sitting next to him to quit talking on the phone and turn off her cell phone:
I asked her whether I had missed something during the very pointed announcements to please turn off your phones, perhaps a special exemption granted for her. She suggested that I should mind my own business.
So I minded my own business by utilizing my famously feline agility to deftly snatch the phone out of her hand and toss it across the room, where it would do no more damage. She slapped me and stormed away to seek managerial succor. Eventually, I was visited by a black-suited agent of order, who asked whether he might have a word.
Mr. Williamson was escorted from the theater but into the hearts of everyone who has found himself sitting next to an idiot inside a theater.
Williamson says "there is talk of criminal charges." I think he means against him, although I'd see to see charges filed against the woman who slapped him.