Casey Seiler: Send Parler packing
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Let’s say you run a saloon in the Old West.
And one night the boys are playing poker at the big table and Miss Linda, billed as the Siren of the Pecos, is singing “Jennie, the Flower of Kildare” on the lamplit stage. All of a sudden, an aged prospector pushes himself away from the bar and begins screaming that the Jews control the media and the Trilateral Commission has a secret plan to microchip all newborns.
Are you obliged to let him continue ranting, or can you frogmarch him through the batwing doors and into the dusty street?