On Policies, Triggers & Uncommon Nonsense

 

Hipster Holocaust Chapter Twenty-Seven- Don't Bust My Rice Balls

McCarthy and Torrez sat at a table in front of Ferdinando’s panelle store. It was a fixture in the neighborhood since 1904 and was known for serving the best sandwich in Brooklyn. That sandwich was the potato-panelle special. Three chickpea pancakes are called a panelle. Deep-fried in a vat of oil that had not been changed since the 1950s. Two potato croquettes on top with some fresh ricotta served in a crusty toasted roll. They were washing them down with a couple of Manhattan Special sodas served in an iced mug with the espresso soda poured straight from the tap. Bliss.

Torrez picked up his sandwich and took a big bite. “We seem to be spinning our wheels here, Dummy,” he said with his mouth full of sandwich. “Everyone we look at has an alibi of one sort or another. I am coming to the conclusion that she didn’t know the doer.” McCarthy sipped his coffee soda. “I hate to agree with you, but it is starting to look like you’re right. This is a cluster fuck, man.”

“What are we gonna do? I mean, what’s our move? We can take a run at her boyfriend again or maybe the guy she went on a date with, but I don’t think anything will change,” Torrez said as he finished off the last of his sandwich. When a sandwich was this good, it didn’t last on the plate very long. “Our only move is to roust all of the neighborhood perverts and peepers to see if they graduated.” McCarthy agreed with the thought, “Yeah, I think you’re right. I want to take another run at those retarded flower shop assholes. We already eliminated the UPS jerkoff. At least we will when we find out whose wife he was banging. I want you to go through the files to see who else might pop up. Ask Holland again to help. She can work the computer.” McCarthy was looking at the door.  “In the meantime, I have to ask the people who know.” Torrez looked at him and said, “What the fuck does that mean?” “Watch and learn Beaner.”

The door opened, and the old man walked in. He stopped short when he saw the two cops. He nodded at them and then proceeded to the back of the store, followed by Geno. He sat in his favorite spot under the framed, faded news clipping of the election of Mussolini. Old man Aiello sat with his back to the wall as always, with Geno in his customary side seat with a view of the kitchen and the front door. They were predictable in that, if in nothing else.

Favorite Player?

 

Lately, I have been answering Instagram posts where they ask questions like who is your favorite NFL player. I always pick obscure Giants from my childhood.

Do you know who this guy is?

This is my favorite baseball player. He was two great things. Of course, he was a Yankee. But can guess  the other thing?

Truth or Dare?

 

Did you see the story about the teenage Scottish girl who had to defend herself against migrants who were harassing her 12-year-old sister? She was the one who got arrested.

As is always true in real life the story is complicated.

It seems that it was not two migrants who were harassing them but rather a couple. A migrant couple who are legal immigrants but not actually Scottish or English, or people who should be in their country anyway. The male of the couple is a bullshit influencer and TikTok star who was egging the girl on to show the weapons. He is heard on the tape daring her to show the knife. It is entirely conceivable that this was a stunt, and the girl was arrested while defending herself and her sister.

England has fallen. They can't defend their children. Of course, we cannot defend our children because we let transexuals murder them. So, I guess we should shut up about it. 

Unless the great mass of the silent majority does something about it.

I don't think it is going to happen.

Demography is what you make of it

From my POV, this has whiskers on it, although, when the Gray Lady printed it, it must have hit many on the Left like the Apocalypse. Basically, the piece tells us that the last 50 years' social thinking and dictates by the assorted poobahs of academia, Fake News, PC, and Wokism is in the process of laying all the pipe dreams of single party (or Uni-Party) dominance by the heels.

It's the realization the Electoral College will tilt significantly away from Democrats. Beyond that, of course, is the fact the Demos' dominance of Congress for almost a century will go with it. Not only is deportation going to devastate them - that 25 million unaccounted-for votes that ended up on the left-hand side of the ledger in the last couple of elections*, but all the ZPG stuff and, most importantly, all the abortions are going to lay them by the heels. Lefty paradises like San Fiasco have almost no kids.

OTOH you see a lot of "model" Red State (presumably Conservative) white cis families with 3, 4, or even 5 kids. Here in kinda sorta Conservative NE OH, it's enough to be noticeable even if you look to see if the kids are all from the same family (Mom: "you guys wanna go for ice cream?" Kid: "can Joey come?").

Conversely, ~40% of all black pregnancies are terminated by abortion, significant because the black vote is so heavily Democrat. And, yeah, ~1/3 of white pregnancies are terminated by abortion, but it's such a status symbol on the white Left, along with all the career girls who play the field until they hit the proverbial wall. Toss in all the entitled babes who drive men, except for the soy boys, away and it's no big surprise you have a generation gap of epic proportions on the Left.

The slaves, of course, were supposed to remedy this. That's been the plan since Teddy Kennedy's Immigration and Nationality Act hit the streets back in '65. It all fits together when you look back on it. And a lot of Democrat apparatchiks have been spilling the beans about who's going to pick the crops and be the rich Left's au pairs and all. 

As if people needed it shoved in their faces.

If demography is destiny, the Demos' time is just about up.

* If you look at the last couple of elections, you notice that, given the number of registered voters and turnout, there's a discrepancy of about 25 million votes on the Left (over and above even the 4AM '20 ballot dump). For those interested, I blathered on about this last November.

This is what Brandon meant with, "We have put together the most extensive and inclusive voter fraud organization in the history of American politics".

On Regulation & Staggering Incompetence

 

Part III: On Scraping & Filling the Barrel; Using a Different Lense

 

Part II: On Dropped Stocks, Lost Customers & Larger Glasses

 

Powerline's Week in Pictures Cracker Barrel Goes Woke Edition delivers the goods. As noted there, the CB's recent rebranding effort has been viewed by some as an abandonment of its middle American roots.  As mentioned in a comment on the previous post, the chain had already been contending with a decline in customers as a result of Covid and subsequent decisions made to implement marketing and menu changes that led to a shift in focus and a marked decrease in the quality and quantity of the food they were offering.  At this point, it doesn't look good for the home team.  

Sean Davis shares his perspective on this change/shift here on X in which he says:  

"Cracker Barrel had the simplest restaurant model possible, and it was one that made people fall and stay in love with the brand for decades: comfort food in a setting that reminded you of your grandparents’ home. The food was good, the people were kind, and the setting felt like a loving home filled with people who cared about each other. That was it"

With this from  Kevin Dahlstrom, who served as a chief marketing officer at several companies in the financial industry, described Cracker Barrel's rebrand as a "fiasco", and wrote on social media:  

"The holy grail of marketing is to create a brand that customers give a damn about — and feel some ownership of. It's exceedingly rare and when you have that — as Cracker Barrel did — you NEVER EVER abandon it, you only double down on it,"

On Lost Voters & Larger Glasses

 

I get after TY for indulging in nostalgia, but I was hit with a wave of it myself when the changes coming for Cracker Barrel were announced. I haven't been to one in at least 8 years, and before then only visited once or twice a year, usually when traveling. They were always located near an interchange, had safe parking lots, books on tape/CD's to rent, fresh crisp salads, a diverse menu, and wonderful ice tea.  I found them to be welcoming to singles and set up for families, with warm glowing lights from candles in the windows and on the tables, and a real fire burning in their huge fireplace.  I can still recall the smell of wood smoke in the air outdoors with mixed scents of candy, potpourris and food happening inside. Even though it wasn't my patronage that kept them going, I appreciated their availability and dependability for a certain kind of experience. 

When I'd drive east to attend conferences in Ohio, or south on my trips to the Smokey Mountains, Cracker Barrel would be one of the places I'd go to for dinner at night, knowing what to expect, along with feeling welcomed and safe. Although I seldom travel like that anymore, I'm grateful to have been able to partake of what they offered back in the day. Maybe they couldn't keep things the way they were and remain solvent.  At this point, however, I don't see their current rebranding efforts bringing them what they're looking for; but I wish them well.

On Donkey Droppings & Lipstick on Pigs

 

On Minions & Phone Booths

 

Show me a guy who is with a beautiful woman.....

 

New York Post August 15, 2025

David Justice former New York Yankee discussing his relationship with actress Halle Berry.

“There really wasn’t a lot of negative attention until I decided to leave her in 1996,” the ex-Yankees star said. “… She asked me to marry her after knowing me for five months. I said, ‘OK’ because I couldn’t say no … but I don’t know if my heart was really into it.

“… My knowledge and wisdom around relationships wasn’t vast. So I’m looking at my mom, and I’m a Midwest guy, so in my mind I’m thinking, a wife at that time should cook, clean, and then I’m thinking, ‘OK, if we have kids, is this the woman I want to have kids with or a family with.

“And at that time, as a young guy, she don’t cook, don’t clean, don’t really seem like motherly and then we start having issues.”

David famously divorced the beautiful Berry. When asked about the situation, he said, " Show me a beautiful woman and I will show you a guy who is tired of fucking her.

Hipster Holocaust- Chapter Twenty Four- Special Delivery

 

Hipster Holocaust Chapter Twenty-Four- Special Delivery

McCarthy and Torrez sat on a bench at Valentino Park across from the Statue of Liberty. When you sat there, you felt like you could reach out and finger Lady Liberty as she seemed to be right in front of you. It never failed to soothe McCarthy’s spirit. He had gone to school with the fireman that the park was named after, and he would go there often to veg out and think. The kid had died in a fire long before 911, and his old man was a big shot in the longshoremen’s union and had a lot of political pull. He got a park named after his kid when all the firemen who died on 911 just got a plaque on the side of the railing facing where the World Trade Center used to be. It is all about who you know in this world. McCarthy liked to come here to remind himself of that fact.

The park was quiet today. Just a few sunbathers and a couple of old men fishing off the side of the pier. Two kids riding back and forth on skateboards. They should be in school, but who gives a shit? After all, they were homicide detectives, not the truant police. These kids were probably homeschooled entitled little shits who would make a beef with the rat squad if you ever questioned why they were out on a school day. McCarthy tried to look on the bright side.

Maybe they would roll out into the street and get hit by a bus. You can always hope.

Dispatches from the Summit in Alaska