EXPOSED: The Little Longhorn Saloon Was a Deep-State Animal Lab, Church Cover-Up, and Possibly a Squirrel Monkey Black Market

In a shocking exposé that the mainstream media refuses to cover, we’ve uncovered the real history of Austin’s so-called "Little Longhorn Saloon." That’s right, folks—what they’re not telling you is that this "dive bar" was once a deep-state-controlled veterinary hospital, a suspiciously mobile church, and possibly a front for illicit squirrel monkey trafficking. Wake up, sheeple!

The "Church" That Wasn’t

First, let’s address the elephant—or rather, the steeple—in the room. The building has a steeple, which means it was obviously a church, right? Wrong. The so-called "Broadacres Presbyterian" conveniently moved two blocks north, right next to a Sherwin-Williams paint store. Coincidence? Or was this a cover-up for something far more sinister? Why would a church need to relocate unless it was hiding something? Maybe it wasn’t a church at all—maybe it was a FEMA camp in disguise.

The Vet Hospital of Horrors

Next, we have the veterinary hospital run by one "Dr. Fred B. Savage." Sounds innocent, right? Wrong again. Why did he need a soundproofed building? What kind of experiments were being conducted on those poor animals? And don’t even get me started on the unclaimed livestock auctions. A Spitz dog sold for cash? That’s just code for black-market animal trading. And let’s not forget the squirrel monkey ads—repeatedly posted, yet no takers. Why? Because the elites were already hoarding them for their secret lab projects.

The Bar That’s Really a Mind-Control Hub

Fast-forward to the "Rustic Lounge and Grill" era. They needed a wine and beer permit—classic Big Alcohol move. Then, in 1971, they posted an ad for a "young attractive waitress." No phone calls? Sounds like a human trafficking operation to me. And don’t even get me started on the anti-smoking ordinance waivers. Why did the Little Longhorn need a smoking section? Because secondhand smoke is the perfect cover for mind-control chemicals being pumped into the air.

Ginny’s "Country Music Mecca" or Government Psyop?

Finally, we have Ginny Taylor, the so-called "legend" of Austin’s music scene. Co-hosting bingo with Dale Watson? That’s just a front for underground gambling rings. And 600 bands a year? That’s too many bands. No bar could handle that unless it was government-funded. Wake up, people! The Little Longhorn isn’t just a dive bar—it’s a nexus of conspiracy, a hotbed of hidden agendas, and probably where they store the tofu they’re trying to force-feed us instead of barbecue.

So next time you’re day-drinking at the Little Longhorn, ask yourself: Who’s really pulling the strings? And more importantly—where are the squirrel monkeys now?