re: Thoughts about this message on a local restaurant's website?

I walk in with my Haiti national team soccer jersey and see if I get a free delicious burger

Wouldn't go. I don't need to be condescended to at 99% of restaurants. Regardless of their ideology, this is absurd. I have never gone into a restaurant and started spouting off my political beliefs, and I really don't want to go somewhere that feels they have some right to know my opinions before I can order a fricking burger. Most of the problems in this country would be sdolved by people getting the frick over themselves.

I used to frequent Courtyard Brewery every time I visited NOLA. No need for a business to get political. Just shut up and brew.

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Yes, apparently. I'm no Trumpkin, but the same standard was held against him.

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Yeah, unfortunately the prevailing mindset of many on the left is that if you don't passionately voice the same opinions that they do in the manner that they do it, then you're basically a nazi

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I've never seen an identifiable klansmen anywhere in my entire life, much less have I been able to identify one in a restaurant.

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I have seen a few people with 88, 14, SS or the like tats in public.

In the end I just don't understand how people are fragile enough to be butthurt by the owner's message. Sure it is a little virtue signally BUT I see 100 virtue signaling posts here every day and many of the meltiest regarding this "lecture" are the ones making the virtue signaling and dog whistle posts here.

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What they're really doing is calling Trump voters, people who oppose the left, etc. white supremacists and Nazis.

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Sounds a lot like self-projection and/or self-persecution.

Either you have a problem with white supremacism/Nazis or you don't.

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Depends how good that burger is. If I can look past horrific service at Popeyes for delicious fried chicken, I can get over these comments for a fantastic burger.

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Kind of like how you can put up with a lot of crazy for a hot chick with good pussy.

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Either you have a problem with white supremacism/Nazis or you don't.

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And that exists where in this country?

People aren’t complaining about supporters of Mongolian hordes and their propensity to rape and plunder.

They don’t exist anymore.

It is stupid to call out a group that isn’t a thing, right? Who are the white supremacists and nazis this restaurant is referencing?

Who is being called out here?

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People aren’t complaining about supporters of Mongolian hordes and their propensity to rape and plunder.

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I support the Mongolian hordes.

Wrote a little story about it in fact.

The sun cast its light through the clouds over Berkeley, bathing the crowd gathered below with warm rays. No rainbows arced across the sky, but down on the ground a mass of colors swirled atop the protestors heads.

It was the day that the Pro-Refugee Ovarian Lesbian Agender Polyamorous Society of Eccentrics met, PROLAPSE for short. They had their markers and signs ready. Their flabby arms, legs, and..well everything really, glistened with sweat in the morning glare.

They took the opportunity to shrilly scream at any male, or normal female, that passed by. Cries of "CIS-SCUM SHITLORD!" carried briskly through the dry air, their jowls wobbling with rage as they harassed any that came near.

Soon they were joined by their transgender allies. Bad wigs and Adam's apples bobbed as they walked up, falsetto voices betrayed by the occasional escape of a baritone. Together they stood to block the path of other students trying to get to class, a massive bulk of rejected humanity diverting traffic through a nearby grove of trees. They laughed and celebrated their inconveniencing of innocent passersby when they heard a peculiar noise behind them.

It began as a warble, and a small green circle swirled and pulsed, growing larger and larger until it was 10 feet in diameter. They were mesmerized. Suddenly a man in a white lab coat and disheveled hair stepped out, accompanied by a boy in a yellow shirt. He took one look at the crowd gathered, belched, said "Nooooooope." and fired his portal gun at the ground in front of him. He and the boy jumped into the glowing green hole and it disappeared behind them.

The larger one, however, remained. The gathered crowd of human failures murmured at the sight, until all of a sudden a horse trod through the portal. He wore upon his head a fur rimmed cap, and furs on his body. A sword hung at his side and a bow was fastened to his back. He surveyed the rainbow of hair and the gibbering mass of fatbodies and girlyboys, grunted, turned his mount around with a kick and returned through the portal from whence he came.

After he had disappeared, the blue haired leader of PROLAPSE cried giddily, in a screech, "People of all identities, this is the opportunity to show these refugees how tolerant xe are! That refugee must have seen how welcoming xe all were and went to get his refugee friends!"

"Did you just assume xis gender!?" A tranny with pink spiky hair asked with an indignant tone.

"Oh, I didn't mean to insult xe," blue hair stammered. "Anyway, let's make those signs!"

They began to draw in earnest, with such original slogans as "ALL REFUGEES WELCOME"
"WE ACCEPT YOU ALL"
And
"JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T SHARE OUR UNIVERSE DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T SHARE OUR LOVE!"
Then they all took selfies with the portal (#tolerant #alluniversesmatter) and begin to film vertically, tagging as many of their friends as possible.

Minutes later they begin to hear the distant sound of hoofbeats. Louder and louder they grew, like approaching thunder. Then two by two the fur clad horsemen began to emerge from the portal. They went left and right to cheers from the Tranny/PROLAPSE crowd, until at least 2 score of them had emerged. The ear-piercing screams of "This is a Safe Space!" made the horsemen cringe.

The fiercest looking horseman began to call to his men in a language they did not understand. Terse, gruff commands. They nodded one by one. Then, from behind their leader, a PETA member screamed "FUR IS MURDER" before hurling a bucket of red paint on his fine pelt cloak.

He turned to look at the waifish, gangly, dreadlocked male with pale skin. Fire flashed in his eyes. Then a cruel smile began to curl his frown upwards. He trotted next to the bucket bearer, and with a swift motion brought his sword down upon his ill-kempt head.

His skull split open in a fountain of blood and the smirk faded from his pimpled face. The white of his brain matter parted under the sharpened edge of the the fierce Khan's sword and he stood quivering uselessly for but a moment, then fell to the ground and jerked, a dark stain growing in his cargo shorts.

Then the real fun began.

Arrows began to fly from the bows of the mounted horsemen to pincushion the crowd of cowards. Wigs and fake eyelashes flew as the Adam's apple of a tranny was pierced. The screams he made while clutching at his ruined throat were not girly.

A morbidly obese girl with spiked blue hair raised her jiggling arms and screamed "KEEP YOUR HATRED OUT OF CAM-"
Her outburst was cut short as she ate an arrow down her gaping maw. It emerged from the back of her head in a gout of blood. Her arms still pistoned up and down as she fell, finally silent.

Some of the PROLAPSE crowd tried to run, or rather waddle, away from the carnage, but the Mongols had them surrounded.
The ones that managed to reach the perimeter were dealt with up close and personal.

A pink haired girl with a bowl cut,
An enormous arse and a BLM shirt threw her hands up, screaming something about a kid and a return as a warrior jumped down off his horse in front of her. He swung his axe in a brutal arc and separated her head from her body in one fell swoop, the blood spurting out of the neck hole left behind, coating all those near her in sticky redness.

Suddenly a car drove through the gap and an morbidly obese black man began filming himself vertically, waiting for what seemed like forever to actually begin. "This is Vyumba M'chuzi, and I'm here today reporting on the injustice occ-"

He never finished his inane sentence. Two mounted warriors had charged his car from either side and run spears through his face, one entering his left jowl and tearing off his lower jaw, his moronic tongue still wagging incomprehensibly. The other had pierced his right ear and run his brain through, (though not hitting much). It caused his eyes to pop out of his head as his FB followers watched in horror.

The slaughter continued with the Social Justice Warriors being ravaged and rent by real warriors.

THWOCK! A fat throat was slit ear to ear.

SCHLICK! A belly was ran through, entrails spilling upon the increasingly slick ground.

No gender, no race, no orientation mattered that day as every last one of those that welcomed the refugees that morning was torn apart by old school brutality.

Because in the end...



NO LIVES MATTER.

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Sounds a lot like self-projection and/or self-persecution.

Either you have a problem with white supremacism/Nazis or you don't.

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Oh I love the classic loaded morality test scenario

Are you against this new Medicaid expansion? You are? Why do you hate poor children?