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In the poker game of American politics, this is the one card whose point value is higher than the cards liberals have played for the past fifty years, whenever they are confronted with a superior argument.
At the end of the second presidential debate, Hillary played the Liberal version of a Royal Flush: the Race, Gender, Homophobia, Xenophobia, and Global Warming Cards. What she didn't count on was the power of the Trump Card.
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Worthless idiots who can't understand the fact that people need to fuel their bodies to stay alive, and thus feel motivated to make asinine comments whenever they see someone eating.
Food Police: OMG you guys are eating THAT?
Normal Person 1: Yes, we're eating dinner. Holy crap, alert the media.
Normal Person 2: *snickers*
Food Police: But don't you know that -
Normal Person 2: What, that people have the right to eat the foods they like, in order to fuel their bodies? We sure do!
Normal Person 1: Exactly. Seems like you're the only one here that's confused.
Food Police: <staggers away, looking absolutely horrified>
A person who wasn't raised to know that nobody likes a whiner, and gave him/her pretty much anything they wanted to shut their whining hole. They are immature, self-entitled, melodramatic, high-maintenance, and call constant undeserved attention to self, because when they were growing up, their parents enabled their shitty behavior rather than putting their foot down.
Parents, when you tell your spoiled, whiny kids that, "No means no." and to either shut the fuck up or go to their room, you're not being mean. You're giving your children the gift of knowing how to behave appropriately, so everyone won't drop them as a friend, dump them as a partner, ignore them as a coworker, not take them seriously as an employee, and so on when they are adults.
Person 1: I dumped my girlfriend last week.
Person 2: You ok?
Person 1: I feel better than I have in years. There's finally joy, meaning, pleasure, peace, hope, happiness, and goodness in life again.
Person 2: You were dating a chronic complainer, weren't you?
Person 1: Yup, and she's not my fucking problem anymore. Thank god.