National Review’s Kevin Williamson Wednesday had a very beautiful post on getting thrown out of a theater after he chucked the cell phone of an obnoxious fellow attendee. And it has everyone calling him a hero, and for good reason: Because it’s awesome.

“The lady seated to my immediate right (very close quarters on bench seating) was fairly insistent about using her phone. I asked her to turn it off. She answered: ‘So don’t look.’ I asked her whether I had missed s 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. In a civilized world, I would have received a commendation of some sort. To the theater-going public of New York -- nay, the the world -- I say: 'You’re welcome.'"

I only wish he had told her, "so don't look," as he was hurling the phone.