David Cole writes:
In plain talk, any dog can go into any establishment as long as the owner says it’s a service dog. The owner might be telling the truth, or the owner might be lying, but it makes no difference: Poochie-Pie gets to come in. Business owners may ask one question—what service does the dog perform? But again, the customer must be taken at his/her/its word; the merchant can’t ask for proof. That’s the law.
Gay bar owners who think this is nuts are correct. But guess what, my loafer-lightened amigos? This is exactly what you and your fellow alphabet-soupers are doing to the rest of us with your idiotic “bathroom laws.” (…)
Mind you, the worst that can happen when some gay gent falsely claims that his perfectly coiffed poodle is a service dog is that other patrons become annoyed. On the other hand, letting any male perv into the ladies’ room might result in women getting raped. That’s a bit more serious, but who cares, right? SJWs, and the government bureaucracy that loves them for all the new, expansive powers they push for, don’t care about such collateral damage.
