He speaks of his feelings that were hurt on that YomTov day. "They should have forgone on their silly rules and let me lead". Yet, he thinks very little of the feelings of the public, the ones who preceded him there, and who made him feel comfortable in the first place.
Something inside of me feels for him, understands where he's "coming from", but the empathy doesn't last long. It cannot be that an incident that can very easily be explained to any five-year old should have such reprecussions. The handwriting was on the wall for all to see. He wasn't getting "the respect" he deserved, the recognition for his sacrifices, as common as they may be.
So, our friend resorts to attacks, personal, hateful, mean and vicious. The targets are very broad, without fear of offending anybody, even those not amongst the living, and maybe because of that. They are the easiest targets, for they cannot defend themselves, so we aim to do the defendin' around here from now on.