If this town was western movie, I'd want to be the publican who owned the KOOL-AIDE saloon in town.
Clearly the townsfolk hereabouts have a real hankerin' for the stuff.
Or, perhaps you don't know the townsfolk as well as you think you do, or even as well as you want to....
Perhaps.
But I'd offer that koolaide in various flavors to keep my customers satisfied.
I'd offer religious koolaide, racist koolaide, anit liberal koolaide, anticonservative koolaide, anti gun and progun koolaide, anti and pro abortion koolaides and so forth.
And for those rare customers whose tastes leaned toward the harsh flavor of reality, I'd even offer a special concoction of especially hard truth, too.
Not many actually have a taste for that stuff because it's often bitter and very hard to keep down without getting sick from it, but the occassional paladin philosopher might wander into town so I'd keep a flask of it on the top shelf, just in case.
