i got into a debate with an alt-right jerk on this night, who was going around ranting and raving a bunch of nonsense about the superiority of white culture and needed to be talked to. i approached him and tried to counter his bullshit, but he wasn't capable of understanding why he was wrong. and, i took a lot of verbal shit about identity, but i mostly ignored it.
he was apparently completely unaware that the bar was named after harvey milk.
so, i was in the right place.
...why did he show up there?
i mean, it's not like windsor isn't full of hick bars, either.