BTW, an amusing incident happened at the bar. Bar rules still apply, and the big three taboo topics are still taboo: no discussion of politics, religion, or if Pluto is a planet. I put a sweatshirt on over my IWW shirt for a reason. There were four of us at the bar: me, a cool sober white civilian named Jason, a sober white protester I'll call Paul, and a cool but very drunk black civilian named Clay.
So Jason asked off-hand about how the protest worked. I was trying to explain GA, but Paul kept interrupting, prating on about Ron Paul, and "free markets" and of course the
THE FED. Every time Jason and Clay would ask him nicely to please stop interrupting, he would get madder. Every time Paul would start prating about RP, Jason would just laugh and say all the politicians are the same, and "Rue Paul" is a geriatric racist. And then Clay would then chime in drunkenly saying he didn't care for racists, not quite in those words. Paul would get madder still. Finally he got a pen out and started furiously writing notes on the napkins.
As happens, Jason got up to use the little boy's room. Now, with only an empty bar stool between us Paul turned to me. I hadn't expressed any opinions yet, so he started telling me about evils of the
THE FED and that I should vote for RP. I just laughed and told him I couldn't care less about the Fed. He started to turn red, sputtering in anger "how can you not care...", and goes on to pimp RP again. I just laugh and say I don't vote. He turns redder still, and spits out, "you're not an anarchist are you?" I laughed and said duh. At this point Paul stands up, kicks the empty bar stool back, faces me and has his fists clinched in ready position. He barks "you're not an ACist", are you? I laughed again, and said of course not, I'm not insane. I'm a real anarchist, a real IWW, and I've sniffed real tear gas before.
At this point take half a step towards me, but then I could see a little light go on in his head, he turns 90 degrees and steps away from the bar, completely dissembling along the lines since that I don't believe in private property, that he's going to come over and buttrape my family, blah, blah, blah, and storms off.
All this time, I never physically reacted or raised my voice at all. Clay said you would have put him down. I said he's bigger than me, half my age, not in poor shape like myself, I practice non-violence, I'm a pacifist, and the last fight I was in was 4th grade. Why do you say that? He says because you just would have. I said fair enough.
When Jason came back, me and Clay were cracking up. But Jason squeezed the last LOLZ out of Paul. He picked up the napkins, and read them to us... Paul was writing his own little Atlas Shrugged that the voices in his own head was dictating. And because of Paul's disturbance, the bartender cut Clay off. Clay who knew he was too drunk, thanked the bartender, and left still chuckling about Paul.
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Originally Posted by Redtuber
You're not suggesting the Main Stream Media is biased? They would never steer me wrong. I like my poop with a cherry on top, so I usually watch Turko files.
Well played sir, well played.
My block has an ongoing parking issue the city refuses to stop causing, and refuses to char with us about. Everyone says talk to Turko. I've heard from reliable sources that he's a regular at a nearby bar I occasionally go to, and that he is coolest of dudes.
PM me, and come on down to visit. I'll buy any over 21 yo 2+2er who comes down to Occupy a beer at Downtown Johnny Browns. BTW, yesterday the owner said he might have broke his sales record, and they ran out of half of the handles on the taps.