The subtext was hard to miss: “This is a fashionable restaurant and its customers, being fashionable, will obviously hold left-of-centre views, especially regarding Brexit and Trump, both of which they should disdain and wish to be seen disdaining by their left-of-centre peers.” And when you’re out to enjoy a fancy meal with friends and family, this is an odd sentiment to encounter from someone you don’t know and whose ostensible job is to make you feel welcome.
The left wing nuts will harass and harangue any sane person. They want violence and are working towards that end.
All the better to reinforce their illness. “SEE? SEE? He hit me!” (after being poked with a sharp stick several times by the danger-haired NPC,) the Normal finally bitch-slapped the feces out of the aggressor*, and now Danger Hair can preen its piercings with righteous pride.
* easy to do. they, like most of our elite are pretty much only composed of excrement in thin skin.
If I hit one of them there would no see see anything.
It will be a great day in England when loyal Englishmen will be the ones with the money to go out on special occasions to eat good food and, over many toasts with fine wine, drink to the health of the Queen and to the downfall of her enemies—resting assured that any of the help showing any signs of having a problem with this will be sacked on the spot.
A C, that is an interesting fantasy.
The royal family are the biggest leftist hypocrites out there. I will never drink to their health.
After I started grad studies at UBC, I went to Sunday services at a certain congregation like that.
It wasn’t that the minister and many of the regular attendees were leftists, if not outright communists. They openly made a point of their political leanings and they definitely weren’t on the right.
Anybody not in agreement either kept silent or, like what happened to me, received withering looks of contempt, as if we were illiterate hillbillies who had just fallen off the back of the turnip truck. I’m sure that there were people there who saw me as a heretic and prayed that I might, some day, come to my senses and consider Das Kapital or Mao’s Little Red Book being on par with Scripture.
Those were the days of liberation theology. Seldom was there a sermon in which some Bible verse wasn’t twisted into a call to arms against “oppressors” or to “distribute” one’s wealth. Of course, the “oppressors” were always Americans because the Soviets (which by then had begun its invasion and occupation of Afghanistan) never did that sort of thing.
Well-known “freedom fighters” such as Nelson Mandela or some Latin American guerilla group were elevated to near-sainthood. South Africa and Central America in vogue at that time, so it was fashionable to be affiliated, at least in spirit, with the people there.
As for the wealth “re-distribution”, it was always people like me who were expected to give away our money. There were a lot of well-off people in the congregation and I don’t recall any of their class and ideology being called upon to do the same.
So much for preaching the Gospel….