A lot of old-timey saloons would just put out a lunch buffet and as long as you bought one drink you could take what you like. Pretty good food by some accounts.
I talked to my Dad and he claimed this was still a thing in a few places as late as the early-80s, there were places with “happy hour” where they would put out a small buffet like once a week. He said in college he’d go to them and buy one beer and fill up.
Narrator: and here we see the lib doing it’s most common performance where in it transformed its self into a projector.
Narrator: backed into a corner, scared and afraid, it desperately tries to inflict harm, only to be eaten by the administrators. Such is the life span of the liberal here in these parts of the network. Nature continues without much of a care for the liberals departure.
You folks aren’t capable of handling different points of view, conflicting opinions, or anything that doesn’t resonate perfectly with the echo chamber.
Immediately tells someone to kill themselves for their differing point of view.
