In Seattle last year, in Capitol Hill, the gayest and only actual leftist region of the city, some idiot Magatards decided to get into an argument with a rastafarian man.
I was having a smoke, saw the pushing and shoving, Maga guys disappear, Rasta man is pissed, wanders across the street.
He says something like 'Can you believe these shitheads?' and produces one of their hats.
I happened to have on me the lighter fluid for my zippo. I show Rastaman, he says 'you know what to do'.
Soaked the thing in fluid, on a dirt patch where a sidewalk tree once was. Burned it.
I did my part rofl!
Ah, Seattle nightlife can be magical if it doesn't literally kill you.
