Hate on His Menu

CNN travel/food show host Anthony Bourdain never hesitates to express his tastes when it comes to President Trump.

He bounced from restaurant chef to author to Food Network star, then had a travel show on the Travel Channel. It was unique for the way he served up snark. He dispensed it frequently except for people who fit his social justice theories.

Recently he traded entertainment networks for CNN where he found fellow haters when it comes to Trump. Not too long ago Bourdain “joked” about poisoning the President, if he had the opportunity to cook for him.

Now Bourdain has turned outright political commentator. He said that members of Trump’s inner circle will “turn on each other.” According to the Daily Beast, Bourdain sees the newest controversies and investigations as akin to those of mobster boss John Gotti.

I guess that’s because the Russia conspiracy theory is deflating like a poorly made souffle.

Bourdain continued: “In the end, I think they’re all a bunch of frightened, self-interested greedheads, they’re all going to turn on each other, and the whole thing is going to come crashing down like any other conspiracy of not-too-bright people,” Bourdain said of those close to Trump.

He also called the cabinet and assistants “not the best and the brightest.”

Hmm. Sounds like CNN’s reporters and network chiefs.

Bourdain’s new season will open with him in Trump popular West Virginia. You know he picked that state to subtly – or not subtly – make fun of them. He commented, “we talked a lot about coal, the Second Amendment, and why people who come from five generations of breaking their backs in the coal mine would vote for a sketchy New York real-estate guy who’s never changed a tire in his life,” Bourdain told The Daily Beast.

Maybe because that guy has gotten his hands dirty building hotels and apartments from the time he worked under his real estate dad boss.

Another Epic FBI Fail

The attack at the Waffle House outside of Nashville yesterday is another example of how dysfunctional the FBI is.
From CNN:

The man suspected of killing four people at a Waffle House in Nashville on Sunday was previously arrested by the US Secret Service for trespassing and being in a restricted area near the White House, authorities said.

In July 2017, Travis Reinking told a uniform Secret Service officer that he must get into the White House to speak with the President, according to an arrest report. The officer explained that he must get a tour to do that and told Reinking to move away from the pedestrian entrance, but the report states Reinking told the officer again that he had to speak with the President and that he was a “sovereign citizen” who had a right to inspect the grounds. After telling Reinking to move again, the report states that Reinking took his tie off, balled it into his fist, began approaching the officer and walked past the security barriers.
“Do what you need to do. Arrest me if you have to,” Reinking said, according to the report.

Reinking was detained but refused to leave the secured area, so he was arrested and charged with unlawful entry, the report states.
According to court records, Reinking entered into a deferred prosecution agreement with community service on July 26, 2017. On November 17, 2017, the court determined Reinking had successfully completed the program and the case was dismissed.
Shortly after his release, Reinking was interviewed by the FBI in Illinois, where he lived at the time.
Tazewell County, Illinois, authorities revoked Reinking’s firearm authorization and seized four weapons after the interview…
Police later returned the seized weapons to Reinking’s father, Jeffrey Reinking, and told him to keep the weapons secure and away from his son. However, Nashville police learned Sunday that Jeffrey acknowledged giving the guns back to his son, police said.

It wasn’t, however, an isolated incident. The FBI’s failures go back to Ruby Ridge, Waco, 9/11, the Fort Hood, Boston marathon and Pulse nightclub incidents plus the Bundy fiasco in Oregon.

Then you have the recent Cliven Bundy situation. The Oregonian reported in January that “A judge threw out criminal charges against Nevada cattleman Cliven Bundy, his two sons and a co-defendant in their 2014 standoff with federal agents, citing ‘flagrant misconduct’ by prosecutors and the FBI in not disclosing evidence before and during trial. ‘The government’s conduct in this case was indeed outrageous,’ said U.S. District Judge Gloria M. Navarro. ‘There has been flagrant misconduct, substantial prejudice and no lesser remedy is sufficient.'”

Maybe they were too busy working up false documents about Trump and leaking them to the press.

The whole organization needs to be disbanded then reorganized and reformed by a new group of leaders. Clearly what we have now isn’t working. They are more interested in effecting political change than stopping crime.

Truman’s Monster

An article at AmericanThinker details President Truman’s founding of the CIA.

It was a decision he quickly regretted. He had his problems with the Deep State, too. He wrote:

But it got out of hand. The fella …the one that was in the White House after me never paid any attention to it and it got out of hand. Why, they’ve got an organization over there in Virginia now that is practically the equal of the Pentagon in many ways. And I think I’ve told you, one Pentagon is one too many.

Now as nearly as I can make out, those fellows in the CIA don’t just report on wars and the like, they go out and make up their own, and there’s nobody to keep track of what they’re up to. They spend billions of dollars on stirring up trouble so they’ll have something to report on. They’ve become…it’s become a government all of its own and all secret. They don’t have to account to anybody.

That’s a very dangerous thing in a democratic society, and it’s got to be put a stop to. The people have got a right to know what those birds are up to. And if I was back in the White House, people would know. You see, the way a free government works, there’s got to be a housecleaning every now and again, and I don’t care what branch of the government is involved.

If he were alive today Truman would be appalled at what the CIA, FBI and DOJ have become and that they would try so hard to get rid of a duly elected president.

If you have watched the series “The Looming Tower,” based on a book by the same name, you have seen how the CIA and FBI fought each other and therefore did not do anything to stop the 9/11 attacks. The people at the top of these organizations acted like rulers, making decisions that they had no right to do.

They got away with it.

Maybe this time Trump can stop the Deep State and root them out. Otherwise our vote doesn’t count; the bureaucrats run the show.

Statue Take down Ignores Statutes

It’s not about racism.
It’s not about slavery.
It’s about following the law.

We were treated to a full front page of hysteria by the morning publication headlined “House punishes Memphis for removing old statues.” They added “Lawmakers did slavers proud with their actions” plus “Memphis wasn’t counting on any state funding” referring to the House removing $250,000 from the budget for the bicentennial celebrations next year.

The second story about lawmakers compared them to a slave owners who “beat the flesh off his slave.” The reporter went on to criticize “56 state House Republicans (who) tried to use money as their whip to punish Memphis for defying them in removing monuments to racists who fought to preserve that sort of cruelty.”

That’s way over the top.

It’s about doing what’s legal. Mayor Slickman didn’t. He knew the state Historical Commission denied a waiver to remove the statues. Rep. Steve McDaniel commented, “If you recall, back in December, Memphis did something that removed historical markers in the city. It was the city of Memphis that did this, and it was full knowing it was not the will of the legislature.”

In other words, the mayor went rogue. He had the statues removed at night, without the public’s knowledge beforehand. He sold the parks to “non profit” friends for a pittance. No one considered putting the issue up for a vote. Slickman did it on his own and most probably illegally.

What didn’t he and our Clowncil not understand about being governed by a group of elected officials in the state legislature? What gave him the right to decide? The legislature was absolutely right to call him on it. In fact, he and the others got off easily.

Funny how the law only applies when they want it to.

As many of us in Central Gardens know, the Historic Association does not allow a private homeowner to ignore their wishes. They are downright dictatorial. They have made laws about the kinds of roofs we can have, the types of driveways we may make, whether I can cut down a tree in my back yard or what they consider an eyesore to be fixed.

Yet the mayor considers he isn’t under anyone’s jurisdiction.

I very much appreciate how they think in Italy. There they keep all monuments from the past. There are statues of ancient emperors whose cruelty was legendary. Many of them exterminated Christians like rats running around in the street.

Yet, they keep them and it’s a good thing.

They even have kept monuments from Fascist Benito Mussolini. And they should. Some of these serve as reminders of what you don’t want your country to become. If we forget our history, we lose our direction.

New Orleans took down their Confederate monuments, too. It cost 2.1 million — half of it public money — to take down four Jim Crow-era monuments. Parts of them were found in a city maintenance yard next to piles of trash as you can see in this video:

The people who write these stories and push the racism cause would have nothing to propel them to their political careers or journalism fame. They can never let it die and this is another example. Sad.

Who Should Be Mayor?

Although I voted for Shelby County Mayor Mark Luttrell twice, he has been a profound disappointment.

He’s too RINO. He showed that by backing pre-K, among other things. It’s one of those issues that sounds good, but if you look into it, there’s really no proof that it helps a child to do better in school and to go on and have better employment. It increases the government’s control on our children – something that hasn’t been going well for kids.

It also takes money we don’t have. Luttrell and Strickland just want it to garner votes.

Luttrell had a fiery relationship with the County Commission. He appeared a bit of an autocrat there; a side I didn’t like.

When he ran for the 8th Congressional seat, Luttrell admitted that the person he admired most in DC was Paul Ryan. Ryan is an unreliable conservative and most of us will be glad to see him leave the Speakership. It didn’t make points for Luttrell that he felt this way.

Because of term limits, Luttrell will not be running for the County mayorship. The Republican candidates are Terry Roland, David Lenoir and Joy Touliatos.

David Lenoir is currently the Trustee. He has done a great job of watching our money and introducing programs to help people get out of poverty without using taxes.

I’ve met him on several occasions and appreciated his willingness to come speak to our Midtown Club and other groups. He’s always acquitted himself with dignity and is very approachable. His slogan is “focus on great jobs, great schools, safe streets, and putting more money in your pocket.” That sounds about right.

Terry Roland, currently on the County Commission, has a lot of experience in government. He knows Shelby County well. He’s been a Commissioner for 7 years. He was an early Trump supporter when Trump’s chances looked slim. He’s an engaging person and amusing, too. He says he’s “the one for 901.”

However, I heard him speak about Obamacare a few years back. He was wanting it because he wanted more money for the Med, now Regional Health One. He argued that we couldn’t handle the overload from all parts of the area. True, but Obamacare puts the health care of all people at risk.

On his website he says, he:

Fought for an educated and trained workforce
Companies transferring capital and wealth to DeSoto County
Stopped costly Seismic Codes for insurance and building codes
Father of TIF’s –
Created EDGE and ensured a way out of it. –
Successfully lobbied to raise the BEP –
Extra funding for Municipal School Districts
Extra funding for all Chambers of Commerce
Extra funding for Pre-K in Shelby County
Extra funding for Regional One

I have some problems with all that extra funding.

He also has concerns with food deserts and likes wind/solar projects.

Joy Touliatos has three main areas of focus, according to her website.

She promises she will work to reduce crime, promising to see that police have the funding and tools necessary. She wants to “restore Shelby County’s partnership with the federal government to supply equipment and resources to the Sheriff’s office; a program that was discontinued by the Obama administration…and fight criminal justice reform efforts and liberal organizations that want to weakened the laws that punish those that threaten the safety of the community.”

She has knowledge of this as she has served as Juvenile Court Clerk since 2010.
Touliatos also wants to “Lower Taxes and Attract and Support Businesses that will Create Jobs and Invest in Education.” Specifically, she says she wants to “furnish necessary funding for our schools through savings provided by the refinancing of bonds and generate partnerships for funding to maintain and expand Pre-K funding when federal grants expire in 2020.”

All that sounds good, but does she have the experience in upper level government to handle the necessary interactions?

I will be voting for David Lenoir. I think he is clearing the best candidate.

Do as I Say, Not as I Do Dept.

The CA continues it’s slide.

It’s not just its bias, inaccuracy and deafness to its audience or the price hikes and smaller content. Today they did one better.

In describing the sale of their parking lot – and soon the building itself – they had a grammatically challenged headline. Usually when you’re covering yourself you’d like to get it right, just for your own self esteem.

The editors at the CA have no such qualms. They let this headline go: “Real estate firms buys The CA’s parking lot.”

Dids they pays cash for it?

Seriously, was no editor around who recognized the error?

Remember, these are the people who love to tell us what to do and how more money needs to be spent on education. Nothing restrains them from telling us how ignorant we rubes are.

Why the capitalization of THE? Guess they have an inflated sense of importance.

The story itself tries to put a happy face on losing their headquarters. “The Commercial Appeal, an online news organization that continues to publish a daily, morning newspaper, will move to another Memphis location that better meets its technology needs and is a better fit for the size of its staff, executives have said.”

Maybe one of those portable PODS people put outside their houses? And did you know it’s primarily an online news organization? Will a smaller building be better for its technology needs? Can we call this White Flight as they abandon downtown probably for out east?

If you know anything about the organization, you know that Gannett is not committed to anywhere it lands. Having built a big facility in Nashville, they abandoned that recently and just announced they are moving the Nashville paper’s printing to Knoxville.

Maybe they can outsource their editing to one of our local schools. Idlewild Elementary could handle it and probably Snowden, too.

Comey Interview Irks Agents

The Leftist Daily Beast blog contacted longtime FBI agents to see their reaction to former FBI chief James Comey’s interview last night.

Jana Winter recorded their reactions. As you’ll read, it finally broke the loyalty of one FBI colleague while others “reacted with disbelief as their former boss pontificated.”

James Comey’s first interview since President Trump fired him as director of the FBI has enraged his former agents who deluged the Daily Beast with their disdain as they watched him tell his side of the story to George Stephanopoulos on Sunday night.

The Daily Beast communicated with seven current or former FBI agents and officials throughout and immediately after the broadcast. There was a lot of anger, frustration, and even more emojis—featuring the thumbs-down, frowny face, middle finger, and a whole lot of green vomit faces.

One former FBI official sent a bourbon emoji as it began; another sent the beers cheering emoji. The responses became increasingly angry and despondent as the hour-long interview played out.

“Hoover is spinning in his grave,” said one former FBI official. “Making money from total failure.”

When a promo aired between segments announcing Comey’s upcoming interview with The View, the official grew angrier.

“Good lord, what a self-serving self-centered jackass,” the official said. “True to form he thinks he’s the smartest guy around.”

There was one former official who spoke out in support of Comey, saying the former director had seemed honest and heartfelt. “I thought he was highly trustworthy and very transparent, like watching someone in confession,” the former official said. “It seems like he’s still wrestling with it.”

The six others who spoke to The Daily Beast did not respond positively to the interview by its end.

One longtime Team Comey source—who is still an FBI agent—sent thumbs-up emojis repeatedly during the first half hour, but even this loyalist began to lose patience by the halfway mark—sending a frowny face. A few minutes later there was a nauseous emoji, and then a poop emoji after the final segment.

Another former FBI official not historically known for their use of emojis, sent a bowing emoji which—they explained in a follow up message—they believed to mean “slamming my head into something, obviously.”

The former FBI director was fired by President Trump on May 9, 2017. Comey responded by leaking his memos about conversations with Trump to the New York Times, which kick-started the now-ongoing Special Counsel investigation led by Comey’s predecessor Robert Mueller. That investigation focuses on Russia influencing the 2016 election and any potential connections, assistance or cooperation of those in Trump’s orbit.

Comey quickly wrote a book about his experiences with Trump, which comes out this week. The interview with ABC News’ George Stephanopoulos was the first stop of his book publicity tour.

The much-anticipated book has been met with less than positive responses from those on the Hillary Clinton campaign.

Comey has been named by Hillary Clinton as a major reason for her loss in 2016. Clinton insiders told The Daily Beast that Comey should “beg for forgiveness” not use his book to try and explain away his actions.

Comey publicly announced that he was reopening the investigation into Clinton’s use of a private email server, but he made no mention of the simultaneous inquires being made into Russian links to members of Trump’s team.

This was seen by many inside the FBI as Comey inserting the agency into the campaign, which was especially unwise coming so close to the election when the agency tries to abstain from anything that could have political consequences.

Comey’s ouster by Trump came as a surprise to him—and everyone else—and resulted in what appeared to be a massive outpouring of support from within the FBI and those close to the bureau—there were even t-shirts printed bearing Comey’s face.

FBI sources who did not support Comey’s decision to announce the reopening of the Clinton email investigation still stood by him at the time and were outraged at the way in which Trump fired the director. He learned of his dismissal after reading it on a television screen inside the Los Angeles FBI building where he was speaking to agents.

Those same current and former FBI agents and officials—and others—did not respond well to Comey’s interview Sunday night.

Support for Comey has dwindled as those who worked closely with him and initially supported him began to see his book and his public interactions—including Twitter selfies in Iowa—as self-serving and gauche, four sources said.

Their anger has grown in recent months as agents have come to see Comey as the reason for the “current shitshow… that is the Trump presidency” one former official, who voted for Trump, explained.

Hence the onslaught of emojis when the interview with Comey began airing Sunday night. The final message sent by one source early Monday morning was the bright red SOS emoji.

FBI Chief Comey-dian

A writer at the Washington Post – no less – has served up a hilarious slab of parody of James Comey’s soon to be released book.
Before you read it, it’s good to know that Reinhold Niebuhr was a 20th century American theologian who advocated Christian realism. That beliefe proposes that “the Kingdom of God cannot be realized on earth because of the innately corrupt tendencies of society. Due to the injustices that arise on earth, a person is therefore forced to compromise the ideal of the kingdom of heaven on Earth.”
Christianity Today said, Niebuhr “commands respect from left (Jimmy Carter, Barack Obama) and right (John McCain, David Brooks).” That tells you something, doesn’t it?

Recently James Comey posted some religious comments on Twitter using that name. Writer of this piece, Alexandra Petri, has a lot of fun with the sanctimonious Comey.

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God, and then, on Dec. 14, 1960, I, James Comey, was born. The initials, as Reinhold Niebuhr would tell us, are no coincidence.

I have been called a human humblebrag. I certainly couldn’t speak to the truth of that statement, except to say that where I come from, we don’t like bullies and their mean words. Bullies are mean and small, not like myself (I stand 6-foot-8, with a head of lush dark hair and eyes that pierce into the souls of everyone I encounter, like the eyes of a hawk who has read Reinhold Niebuhr (I wrote my thesis on Reinhold Niebuhr.)).

I would venture to say that I am the protagonist of my own life and perhaps the lives of many others. Certainly, no one else has as yet stood up to take on this grave responsibility, and it was my honor to rise to this challenge. It is a little embarrassing to describe myself: I stand, as mentioned, about 6-foot-8, like an oak with a firm sense of right and wrong and large, capacious hands. When I first seized Donald Trump’s, I took a mental note (and later, a physical note; I maintain scrupulous contemporaneous notes) that they had vanished into mine, like a dormouse curled up inside an oven mitt. But most hands do that when confronted with mine, except President Barack Obama’s, and — I hope — Reinhold Niebuhr’s, if we ever meet, in this life or the next.

Not to draw any parallels to my time as a prosecutor against the Mob, but when I met Donald Trump, one couldn’t help but note certain similarities. Donald Trump would frequently ask me if I would like to be “made,” but I made a point to fob him off with a joke, saying, “I think I’ve been made already, Donald Trump, by a far higher power, as Reinhold Niebuhr would suggest.” Donald Trump did not laugh at these jokes. He never once laughed in my presence. I think it is a grave danger to democracy for a man never to laugh.

After we met, I glanced over at Jeff Sessions to see what he thought of it all, and although he spoke not a word his pursed, pink lips seemed to say that he was a weak, small man with no gumption. He was pleading with me with his downcast eyes to do the right thing. With my eyes I said right back, I will. I always have. I never swerve from what I believe, and you can bet a shiny nickel that I never will, sir.

Thank you, Jeff Sessions’s eyes whispered. They glistened like marbles that were wet from being held in a dog’s mouth. As I stared at them I wondered: Has this man read the writings of Reinhold Niebuhr? I have read the writings of Reinhold Niebuhr.

I kept trying to read the Constitution to Donald Trump, but he did not take to it. I gave out mints to all my staff with their copy of “Lean In,” and with those mints, I included a line from the Constitution. But when I tried to impart a lesson, he ate the wrapper and spat it out in my face.

One rough patch in my life was when I kept making announcements about Hillary Clinton. In my defense, her facial expression had given me no clear command. She was a woman with a circular, smooth face and hair the color of Old Testament wheat. I am sad to hear that she has still not forgiven me. All that I can offer to her is the fact that Reinhold Niebuhr says that forgiveness is the final form of love. If that is not enough to persuade her, I do not know what to say.

I truly believed she would win, and I have never been wrong before. Nor have I ever done nothing wrong, ever, in my life. I once saw George Washington chopping down a cherry tree. He had a ruddy, weathered face and small moons beneath his eyes, I assumed from making use of a surveyor’s tools. “What are you doing there, George?” I said, according to my contemporaneous notes.

George Washington looked at me like a little boy caught with his hand in the candy jar. “Jim,” he said, “are you going to tell?”

“I’m going to count on you to do the right thing, George,” I said. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, one that I treasure almost as much as my integrity. I treasure integrity above all things.

I therefore wished to make certain that no fleck of uncertainty besmirched the white sepulcher of her legitimacy. I can understand why she would be hurt, however.

President Obama and I shared a relationship of mutual respect and many handshakes. We often had entire conversations with only our eyebrows. I consider him a worthy colleague, and I will miss those eyebrow chats.

After the election he told me that “I picked you to be FBI director because of your integrity and your ability, and I want you to know that nothing — NOTHING — that has happened in the past year has changed my view.” Tears filled my eyes. We embraced. I stared at the pleasing smoothness of the skin beneath his eyes and thought, “This man understands the role of the FBI in American society.”

Every other Democrat that I have ever met, with the exception of Hillary Clinton, also came up to me at some point or other and told me that I acted with perfect integrity and was in an impossible position. I treasured each of these remarks in my heart, as Mary did.

“And a sword shall pierce your side.”

After the election, I had to share with the president some news about a very salacious tape.

The president was gravely upset because of reports that he had participated in two activities, one that no one in the Comey household participates in at all, and the other an activity that we are careful to restrict to the porcelain bowl where it belongs. In my house, we hold hygiene above everything — except, of course, integrity.

President Trump told me that, as a germaphobe, he would never have partaken in the activity described, and that as a man, he would never have employed the personnel described, but I knew from the size and shape of the suite that as much as several liters could have been expended with no danger to his person. I wonder, too, if his remark about the personnel was one made with perfect self-knowledge. I debated internally whether to volunteer any of this information, and managed a small, rueful smile.

The president kept bothering me about the so-called urinary record. I did not know what to tell him. He seemed very eager to have the “shadow” or “cloud” of this golden shower cleared away — for the sake, he said, of his wife. I have never sought any sort of shower of gold, either fiscally (as a member of the FBI, I do not accept gifts, as that would create the appearance of impropriety), or in the unhygienic manner described. The only shower I want is the shower of blessings that comes when we are lifted up into judgment by our creator.

So this placed me in something of a pickle. (Dill, I believe, although I cannot vouch with absolute certainty.)

“Jiminy!” I said to my faithful cricket, who accompanies me everywhere, maintaining contemporaneous notes for me to compare later with my own. “What should I do?”

“What you have always done, Jim,” Jiminy said. “The right thing.”

I gazed into his compound eyes. This was an insect who understood the role of the FBI in American politics, and he was one bug I welcomed at FBI headquarters.

“You’re right,” I told him. “I have.”

I have been told that I am obnoxious. That my self-righteousness runneth, as the psalmist wrote, over.

My initials are J.C. I believe that’s no coincidence. Like another gentleman of the same acronym, I am known for behaving with an excruciating correctness that annoys everyone around me. You will have to choose whether you’d like to be saved by someone like me, and I would certainly forgive you if you chose not to be. Reinhold Niebuhr says that forgiveness is the greatest love of all.

I find that this nation has an unfortunate tendency to reward style over substance. People who do the right thing and maintain principles, but also possess personalities that the average American (Is there such a thing? No American is average!) finds to be grating or self-righteous, can fail to get the credit they so amply deserve. Simply because we are annoyed at how a man or woman presents himself, we will elect into office an orange, pouch-eyed gnome with less integrity than you could fit into the navel of a cricket. I know. I have measured my cricket’s navel, and I can vouch that he is a cricket of sterling integrity.

I hope that because my manner is grating and off-putting and my prose somewhat lush (although every person I have ever met who was not venal, vile or a member of the Mob has told me, in private, that I am exactly the man they would trust with their lives and the country’s honor) that nobody does anything rash. I do not like to toot my own horn (As a human being, I have no horn. I have only once seen a human being with horns, and I cannot comment further on the matter due to a pending investigation.), but I believe that I was the right man in the right place at the right time, and just because every account I have ever given of myself has grated in the ear does not mean that any of my conduct stinks in the nostrils. Lordy!

I don’t think that I am a pivotal figure in history. I’ve been called that many times, though, by people whose judgment I implicitly trust. And I have never done anything wrong, ever, in my life. And I will say so to anyone who will listen. And I would forgive you if you could not stand me after reading this book. After all, forgiveness is the greatest love of all. But I hope you won’t question my integrity or the impropriety of firing me just because you find my personality off-putting.

I, James Comey, would never do such a thing. I hope we can all hold ourselves to that standard.

Intriguing Comment of the Day

Twitter often provides more news than the networks, even Fox.

Here’s something offered by one post. It refers to the “qanon” poster who has gained a following. “Q” is supposedly someone who has deep connections in the deep state.

I don’t believe everything I read, but I found this intriguing.

“Another important point from that same #qanon tweet is that Justice Scalia was “187”…California penal code for murder. As discussed a while back, Hillary henchmen has Scalia murdered to open a seat on Supreme Court for Lynch…see Podesta Wikileaks emails re ‘wetworks’.”
Here’s the email they are referring to:

And here’s the definition of wetworks:

It all made sound a little too bizarre, but then people who get in the way of the Clintons are often found dead.

Strange, too, that Justice Scalia never had an autopsy, but was shoveled off and in the ground before that could happen.

Was this the quid pro quo for Loretta Lynch not prosecuting Hillary and the discussion between her and Bill on the tarmac?

Also, what was Comey referring to about damaging info on Lynch in his new book?

Unfortunately, our governing rulers have not shown themselves to be above criminality, have they?

‘Creepy’ Chick-fil-A Scares New Yorker

The old adage “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” may have a corollary. Could it be that the way to a liberal/Progressive city’s heart is through its stomach?

That’s what probably scares New Yorker writer Dan Piepenbring. He has an article out in the magazine titled “”Chick-fil-A’s Creepy Infiltration of New York City.”

Yes, one of the South’s most popular eateries has him running scared.

During a recent lunch hour, I was alone on the rooftop of the largest Chick-fil-A in the world. The restaurant, on Fulton Street, is the company’s fourth in Manhattan, and it opened last month to the kind of slick, corporate-friendly fanfare that can only greet a new chain. The first hundred customers had participated in a scavenger hunt around the financial district. At an awards ceremony, the management honored them with a year’s supply of free chicken sandwiches and waffle fries. There were no such prizes on offer when I visited, but from the fifth-floor terrace—on the top floor of the restaurant, which is twelve thousand square feet—I could see that the line to get inside stretched almost to the end of the block. An employee took orders on a touch screen and corralled people through the doors. The air smelled fried.

New York has taken to Chick-fil-A. One of the Manhattan locations estimates that it sells a sandwich every six seconds, and the company has announced plans to open as many as a dozen more storefronts in the city. And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism. Its headquarters, in Atlanta, is adorned with Bible verses and a statue of Jesus washing a disciple’s feet. Its stores close on Sundays. Its C.E.O., Dan Cathy, has been accused of bigotry for using the company’s charitable wing to fund anti-gay causes, including groups that oppose same-sex marriage. “We’re inviting God’s judgment on our nation,” he once said, “when we shake our fist at him and say, ‘We know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage.’” The company has since reaffirmed its intention to “treat every person with honor, dignity and respect,” but it has quietly continued to donate to anti-L.G.B.T. groups. When the first stand-alone New York location opened, in 2015, a throng of protesters appeared. When a location opened in a Queens mall, in 2016, Mayor Bill de Blasio proposed a boycott. No such controversy greeted the opening of this newest outpost. Chick-fil-A’s success here is a marketing coup. Its expansion raises questions about what we expect from our fast food, and to what extent a corporation can join a community.

I noticed that word — community — scattered everywhere in the Fulton Street restaurant. A shelf of children’s books bears a plaque testifying to “our love for this local community.” The tables are made of reclaimed wood, which creates, according to a Chick-fil-A press release, “an inviting space to build community.” A blackboard with the header “Our Community” displays a chalk drawing of the city skyline. Outside, you can glimpse an earlier iteration of that skyline on the building’s façade, which, with two tall, imperious rectangles jutting out, “gives a subtle impression of the Twin Towers.”

This emphasis on community, especially in the misguided nod to 9/11, suggests an ulterior motive. The restaurant’s corporate purpose still begins with the words “to glorify God,” and that proselytism thrums below the surface of the Fulton Street restaurant, which has the ersatz homespun ambiance of a megachurch. David Farmer, Chick-fil-A’s vice-president of restaurant experience, told BuzzFeed that he strives for a “pit crew efficiency, but where you feel like you just got hugged in the process.” That contradiction, industrial but claustral, is at the heart of the new restaurant—and of Chick-fil-A’s entire brand. Nowhere is this clearer than in the Cows.

It’s impossible to overstate the role of the Cows—in official communiqués, they always take a capital “C”—who are displayed in framed portraits throughout the Fulton Street location. If the restaurant is a megachurch, the Cows are its ultimate evangelists. Since their introduction in the mid-nineties—when they began advising Atlanta motorists to “EAT MOR CHIKIN”—they’ve remained one of the most popular, and most morbid, advertising campaigns in fast-food history, crucial to Chick-fil-A’s corporate culture. S. Truett Cathy, the chain’s founder and Dan Cathy’s late father, saw them as a tool to spread the gospel of chicken. In his Christian business book “Eat Mor Chikin: Inspire More People,” from 2002, he recalls crashing a child’s party at a Chick-fil-A in Hampton, Georgia. Brandishing a plush Cow toy before the birthday girl, he asked her, “What do the Cows say?”

She looked at me, puzzled. (Remember, she was barely three.)

“What do the Cows say?” I repeated.

“Moo,” she replied.

Everyone laughed at her pretty good answer, and I gave her a Cow and a hug and whispered the real answer to her. Then I turned to her mother and asked, “What do the Cows say?”

“Eat more chicken!” her mother cried . . . then, one by one, each person quoted the Cows and laughed.

Cathy died a billionaire, in 2014, but the “EAT MOR CHIKIN” mantra has survived. Though the Cows have never bothered to improve their spelling, franchises still hold an annual Cow Appreciation Day, offering free food to anyone dressed as a Cow. Employees dance around in Cow suits. The company’s advertising manager doubles as its “Cow czar.” The Cows have their own calendar. (This year’s theme is “Steers of Yesteryear.”) They’ve been inducted into the Madison Avenue Walk of Fame, and their Facebook following is approaching seven figures. Stan Richards, who heads the ad agency that created the Cows, the Richards Group, likened them to “a guerrilla insurgency” in his book, “The Peaceable Kingdom”: “One consumer wrote to tell us the campaign was so effective that every time he sees a field of cows he thinks of chicken. We co-opted an entire species.”

It’s worth asking why Americans fell in love with an ad in which one farm animal begs us to kill another in its place. Most restaurants take pains to distance themselves from the brutalities of the slaughterhouse; Chick-fil-A invites us to go along with the Cows’ Schadenfreude. In the portraits at the Fulton Street restaurant, the Cows visit various New York landmarks. They’re in Central Park, where “EAT MOR CHIKIN” has been mowed into the lawn. They’re glimpsing the Manhattan Bridge from Dumbo, where they’ve modified a stop sign: “stop eatin burgrz.” They’re on the subway, where the advertisements . . . you get the picture. The joke is that the Cows are out of place in New York—a winking acknowledgment that Chick-fil-A, too, does not quite belong here.

Its arrival in the city augurs worse than a load of manure on the F train. According to a report from the Center for an Urban Future, the number of chain restaurants in New York has doubled since 2008, crowding out diners and greasy spoons for whom the rent is too dear. Chick-fil-A, meanwhile, is set to become the third-largest fast-food chain in the nation, behind only McDonald’s and Starbucks. No matter how well such restaurants integrate into the “community,” they still venerate a deadening uniformity. Homogeneous food is comfort food, and chains know that their primary appeal is palliative. With ad after ad, and storefront after storefront, they have the resources to show that they’ve always been here for us, and recent trends indicate that we prefer them over anything new or untested.

Where to start on this nonsense?

Did you ever feel like you were in church when you went into the Union Ave. store? No. Maybe people who never enter one get that impression, but those of us who do can tell the difference. Easily.

Is Christianity catching? Is that what he’s afraid of? He objects to Jesus? No wonder New York is a failing, putrid, confused place.

Community is something Hillary Clinton insisted on. She told us it takes a village to raise a child. If that village is Christian, then it’s not acceptable?

Cows are its evangelists? Is he confused about Christianity and slurring Hinduism?
Could it be his elitism is showing? Nothing from the knuckle dragging/bible believing/gun toting Dixieland can ever be valid with this man.

Does he have no sense of humor? No. It’s not in the Leftist creed except when it’s used to make fun of others. That’s why we don’t have any good comedians anymore.

For God’s sake people are just going there to have a good chicken sandwich. Is that so wrong? My feelings about Starbucks are not positive, but I don’t think they should be run out of town.

Nor do they challenge my beliefs.

Maybe Mr. Piepenbring doesn’t really know what he believes. Maybe it’s creating doubt in his orthodoxy.

Maybe we win this culture war one sandwich at a time.