Ugh, okay. I was just at a bar by myself drinking a Mai Tai, after I had a nice Daiquiri, and this dude bro leans over to me to ask about my drinks.

I thought he was just curious at first so I was peasantly chatting but then I later realized he was just trying to flex that he and his buddy were drinking Old Fashioneds, and only drink Old Fashioneds. Boring. They were also already smashed off one Old Fashioned which is really funny to me. So I started getting pissed and I had to explain to him that this Mai Tai, despite having lime and a mint garnish, was actually in effect a stronger drink than his because mine had 3 types of rum while an Old Fashioned typically only has bourbon, bitters, and simple syrup. I nicely told him he should try it sometime but he refused because it was "too girly". I then proceeded to loudly laugh at him about how his dick won't fall off if he tried a drink and that no one was going to castrate him if he had a tropical drink. Then I explained the bastard (problematic) history of Tiki and the Caribbean origin of the rum drinks. He, for whatever dumbass reason, mentioned Fidel Castro at this point and I gave a hell yeah and physically saluted his memory and drank to his life. He was shocked and told me about how Castro was bad because he was a communist and I retorted that he did a lot for his island and people despite US aggression. He said something about how the US was a good country. I asked where he was from and he said he was Laotian and I went in about how the US, thanks to demons like Kissinger, dropped a combined bomb payload greater than all of the bombs dropped in WW2 and he said he was sure "it wasn't intentional." I told him I figured he would understand the violence the US creates all over the world when people begin to liberate themselves given his Laotian background, he responded that he didn't experience it but his mom had to leave Laos because of the war. I told him I was sorry for what his mom went through and hoped he would honor her life better. His friend, who was sitting quietly and clearly steaming, was apparently Vietnamese and Cambodian and the first guy tried to get me on Khmer Rouge and I was like "Yeah, fuck Khmer Rouge, they were terrible and supported by the CIA." He didn't know how to respond, thinking that I'd probably just defend them. Then the bartender came around, a woman who presented queer, and I asked her how she would compare the Mai Tai and the Old Fashioned and she, sensing the tension she a little nervously and appeasingly, said that it was "about the same" and I loudly again said, "There you go, the same! Your masculinity has been maintained! It's so fragile." The bartender looked like oh shit what's going on here. And I told him "Now you can try a Mai Tai without being afraid." And he said he still wouldn't because it had too much ice. I frustratingly explained that more ice means the ice melts less which means it's watered less, unlike his drink which was watered down. Then I finished my drink and told him I hoped to see him again and drinking a Mai Tai next time, he muttered some dumb shit as I walked away.

What a fucking douche bag. And he began by asking my why I was drinking alone (and happily browsing Hexbear, unbeknownst to him). This is exactly why. These fascists will put us to death anyway, I'll be damned if these race traitor assholes will sit next to me and talk shit about Castro and Uncle Ho while I'm still breathing. If it was some douche White guy I would have written that off but, God damn it, I have no patience for these treasonous motherfuckers.