I don’t know the story about a table. Which is surprising, because I grew up in a bright red community where delivering pithy metaphors about the futility of breaking bread with the opposition was sport. (For the record, I wouldn’t break bread with Nazis.)
I don’t know the story about a table. Which is surprising, because I grew up in a bright red community where delivering pithy metaphors about the futility of breaking bread with the opposition was sport. (For the record, I wouldn’t break bread with Nazis.)
Its “If a table of 9 lets 1 Nazi sit at that table, it’s a table of 10 Nazi’s” or something like that
Oh, no, it’s exactly that. “If you let one Nazi into the bar, congrats you have a Nazi bar.”