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On Friday, December 3, 2021, in San Francisco, the staff at the so-called "trendy" restaurant Hilda and Jesse refused to serve three police officers, officers who patrol the neighborhood on foot and who follow the policy of getting to know business owners on their beat, because they were wearing uniforms and carrying weapons and they, the staff, felt "uncomfortable." They justified this outrage by saying that H&J is a "safe space" for homosexuals and people of color, and that they would welcome the officers so long as they were off duty, out of uniform, and not carrying their weapons—that is, so long as nobody could tell they were police officers.
Because of the backlash, the owners were called to account for their action. One of the owners, Rachel Sillcocks, showed her mug to a world that rightly execrates her and her partner and tried to set the record straight in support of the decision.
Indeed she did set the record straight: she and her co-owner are anti-police, but it wasn't because they are anti-police that they asked the police to leave, it was because the police were carrying weapons.
What a despicable cretin. San Francisco is slowly being sacked by ratchet vandals, people are having their cars jacked, nobody in any upscale business can be sure they won't be the next victim of an Obsidian Horde of smash-and-grabbers, and these twits are "uncomfortable" around police officers.
I'm of one mind with all those who can't wait until some hoodlums burglarize and vandalize Hilda and Jesse, or one of the staff gets attacked, so that they can see which source of "uncomfortableness" they are willing to tolerate.
But you know what? I bet the owners are on the side of the Democrats who have given ratchet and lawless blacks a license to pillage and plunder—can't criminalize poverty; must destroy capitalism. So no, if they get a visit from the Obsidian Horde, they won't call the police—they'll just lie in the bed of shit they made and LIKE IT.
A collage of images from the film "Miracolo a Milano" and an excerpt from a composition by Charlie Chaplin that accompany the statement of a simple truth about social constructs.
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