The Left: Policing Ideas and Prosecuting Thought Crime; A Story

A gun “conversation” with a leftist lesbian couple…

The other night I decided to head out to Sarafina’s Italian Kitchen here in Arnold. It’s the most popular place in town and reservations are almost always essential unless you’re one or two people and want to wait for a seat at the bar, which is what I almost always do.

It’s good food. She learned it from an Italian chef and restaurant owner, married him, then got the restaurant in the divorce. She has done very well. I typically have her customize a pasta dish for me. I go elsewhere for proteins.

This night, there was a beautifully restored ’65 Corvette Stingray in the parking lot and I wondered if I could pick out the owner when I walked in. Easy, and as luck would have it, they were at the bar, as were a lesbian couple (obvious), with a seat in-between them. As same-sex-couples are almost always leftists, and you know what I think of their political views, I know what you’re thinking. And you would be wrong. I often strike up conversations with lefties in social contexts, and always have a good experience and they do too.

I begin by giving them what they want, which is to be recognized for their discriminating tastes. Travel is usually the easiest. Fine food, another. Or, it could be hiking, nature outings, camping even…the list goes on. It’s easy to find something if focussed on giving and not talking only about yourself, and I’m good at speaking intelligently to a whole host of things, being a world traveller and liver abroad for eight years myself. I once knew a lesbian couple who did woodworking together and had done a fine job remodeling their house (which I had done myself…having grown up around construction). Talk power tools, not politics, and you’ll be fine.

But I was interested in the car so when I sat down, I looked over at Ken and his wife, both nicely dressed, late 60s or early 70s.

“You own the Stingray out there, don’t you?” Ken smiles and extends his hand. Then he tells me all about acquiring it and then taking over a year to restore it for about the same money.

His wife Rey, whom I was sitting closest to, was quite a kick and a character. The kind of older woman who has kept herself in decent shape, was probably quite something when she was young but now, uses frank talking to hold the attention of men. We had already started talking political climate a bit. I could tell they’re of a conservative disposition. Ken has to take a phone call so he goes out on the patio and Rey tells me, “sometimes he wants to just kill everyone.” I reply, “but you like that, and, you like to tame him.” She smiles and we start talking guns, which is when she hits me with her first funny.

“I could make you clear out of here in five seconds.”

“Oh really? We’ll I’m not carrying right now. What are you packing?”

“Oh nothing,” she says. “I just show you my tits.”

She did it with a straight face, like matter of fact, and wasn’t inebriated. That’s the essential that makes it funny and not vulgar.

Ken returned, then she told me some dick-size innuendo joke, and I returned the favor with one of my own. Then we were talking politics, guns, how many guns, how it could all blow up into civil war.

My question was poignant. Between the gun owners and the gun grabbers, who has the more essential blood lust when things get serious?

…I wasn’t aware that the the party to my left had been listening in until I heard one of them railing to the waitress as she was signing the bill—saying something like how awful it is to hear that sort of thing in public. I ignored it. However, not wanting to have any scene in a place I frequent and know the people there, I whispered to Ken and Rey that they’d been listening and are complaining. We started talking about other restaurants in the area.

But it wasn’t enough for the other party. When the woman to my immediate and ironic left got up to use the restroom, the other partner leans over and taps me on the shoulder.

“Sir; SIR!” I turn around and see her red face, boiling with rage.

“Can you explain to me what is a Libtard Fucktard?”

Without saying a word or making the slightest facial expression, not even an eye roll, I turn and look straight ahead, ignoring her and her question.

“What, are you going to shoot me in the back when I walk out of here?”

And in my best military command voice while still looking straight ahead, I said two words: You’re dismissed. She never said another word and I never turned to see any reaction, or to watch them leave.

…So what have we here? Entitlement and fear, perhaps? Entitlement to never have to hear differing ideas? Entitlement to control the narrative? Entitlement to get everyone else to back off and apologize for any non-approved thoughts? Entitlement to have apologies fall from the sky whenever you’re a victim of any offense you care to trump up? Entitlement to have everyone on the defensive around you, walking on egg shells?

All that and more?

And in terms of fear, from where does that come? Fear that the narrative is slipping away? Fear that even some of their own are jumping ship? Fear that advancing their ideas is not only getting increasingly harder and at a more rapid rate, but is losing ground in many ways and areas? Fear that they won’t know what to do when it’s not worth it anymore?

Well, perhaps they can travel and enjoy fine food.

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Richard Nikoley

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  1. Steve on April 2, 2018 at 15:53

    When social situations become abnormal, such as a stranger whom is female, interrupts other strangers – men need examples such as this, to reference and respond. The best method to deal with the far left is ignore agressively, which is what you did here. Do you have other stories of one-liner ways you ended SJWs situations?

  2. VW on April 2, 2018 at 19:02

    Maybe she would have talked with you had you chosen that route.

    • VW on April 2, 2018 at 19:04

      By the way, I almost certainly would have told her to fuck off at some point, so I’m just being an online devil’s advocate.

    • Richard Nikoley on April 2, 2018 at 22:12

      They would have, had it just been me and them. We’d have both come away happy and enriched. I wanted to talk with the car peeps more.

    • Bret on April 3, 2018 at 03:56

      After that introduction (“we’ve been snooping on your private conversation and we’re all worked up over it”), seems perfectly fitting to dismiss. To engage her in conversation would have been to cast pearls before swine, no?

      Came across that phrase in the Jordan Peterson book the other day, Richard. Immediately thought of you. The context was stupid postmodern parents and their inability to differentiate discipline from meanness. It is a delightful little book.

    • Lisha on April 14, 2018 at 09:19

      In Matthew 7:6 of the Bible, Jesus says not to throw your pearls to swine. Waste of time and breath.

      “Do not give dogs what is holy; do not throw your pearls before swine. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.”

      This is one of my favorite verses of the bible actually 🙂

  3. thhq on April 2, 2018 at 19:46

    Do bigots like these think they own California?

    Progressive nuns.

  4. Tom Murin on April 2, 2018 at 19:49

    The ironic thing is that the liberal left thinks that they are the open-minded ones. They want to curtail free speech, guns, etc. and force you to bake them a cake too.

  5. Phil on April 3, 2018 at 04:07

    Re: military command voice. My ex-brother in-law was a former Army Ranger drill instructor and Afghanistan combat vet. One time in a crowded local restaurant one of his kids was getting kind of wild and without warning he said SIT DOWN in his best “DI voice” and you know that kid put his ass on a seat like his legs had been chopped off– and so did the rest of our family, a great many customers, and our waitress. It was amazing.

  6. Greg on April 3, 2018 at 19:20

    Sitting at the bar in a restaurant 20 miles from Philadelphia, my friend is talking with 2 middle-aged divorced women. I was listening in but not participating until i heard “You’re not a Trump supporter, are you?”. My friend said no, and thats when i decided to enter the conversation with “I voted for him”.
    They asked, “how could you vote for someone that abuses women?”. I said, which women did he abuse? That was met with “OMG OMG, Are you serious, Are you serious!?”. “How about hand on the p#ssy!”. I said, yea, that’s not actually abusing women, and its not like he’s hiding behind a tree and jumping out to grab their crotches. I asked again, give me an example of him abusing women. “How about Stormy Daniels?”. So now sex is abusive, huh, – from me.
    It continued on with them getting louder, and then i was called an ahole, an idiot, and asked if i had a mother.

  7. Bob1313 on April 9, 2018 at 18:26

    I always enjoy laughing at them and reminding them they don’t get to tell me what I think, in most situations it’s fairly easy to show them how hypocritical they think and act, usually results in name calling that leads to additional laughter for their complete lack of knowledge and overly emotional thinking.

    Good times, I like looking for them when I’m in the mood, I think of it as moron hunting. 🙂

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