Last night I was eating pizza at a local pizzeria when a ghetto queen strode in to pick up her order. She had an expensive SUV on the lot and a pre-emasculated fatherless black teen standing in her ominous and expansive shadow.
The two girls working the counter were dolls, with a heavyset smiling white girl and a tall light skinned black girl being very helpful and efficient.
The mamma announced in loud aggressive tones that she wanted to speak to the manager, who stepped forward. This sniping at employees that are stuck behind a counter smacks of children thrusting sticks into the monkey cage at some sadistic zoo. As a retail food manager I was called about a dozen times a day to the courtesy desk to hear complaints about the lack of courteousness of the young lady that had been selected to work behind the courtesy counter for that very characteristic. These all came down to the customer having a bad day or wanting something for nothing, and was always aggravated by a sense of entitlement, either because the person was white and had worked all of his life and did not appreciate some ‘young black bitch’ standing up to him, was old and was retired and did not appreciate some ‘young black girl’ talking back to her, or was black and had been discriminated against all of her life, and did not appreciate some ‘young skinny black bitch who think her shit don’t stink disrespecting me!’
This incident was the latter, with a rhino of a charcoal beast homing in on some young slim red bone girl for not addressing her with enough respect over the phone. The fact was, that the girl’s short tone was due to her extreme work load, taking orders by phone as she took orders face-to-face and rang out payment for already filled orders.
I wanted to say, “The girl was short because she was in a hurry to feed your fat ass,” but let it go.
The woman held the entire pizzeria hostage with her sense of entitlement, pointing out over and over again that she was well-to-do, was a pharmacist, and singlehandedly kept this pizzeria in business—which some people might be inclined to believe on first sight.
Eventually, enough apologies voiced, the woman left in a huff.
When I left, I advanced to the two ladies behind the counter and said, “Excuse me, I’m in the mood to chew someone out. Which one of you girls is up next?”
Realizing that I must be an experienced retail person, they both smiled and pointed to the heavy set white girl, whose turn it was to take the brunt of the next irrational entitlement tirade, and chimed as one tormented customer service organism, “Me-Her!”
The immediate effect of this change of clientele as the area gets black, is that refills are no longer free at the soda machine, hours are increasingly limited, and there is no dining atmosphere available that does not challenge one’s digestion. One of the reasons why blacks suffer so much from hypertension in urban environments is that there is literally no place to sit down and dine outside of a McDonalds. If this area continues to darken, the tables and chairs will eventually be moved, the counter will be caged in, fountain drinks will be removed, etc. The only place to eat will be at home, with no opportunity to relax in public, going out to forage, and then retreating to your lair with your food.
Lack of peace of mind, is not the only price paid by people who have been falsely educated by the liberal white media and academia to believe that they are objects of constant oppression and are due a fortune in compensation for the sins committed against long dead folks by other long dead folks.
I bought a bag of out of date marshmallows at work yesterday for 34 cents! Mush Mouth Mike, who works that aisle, forgot that many cases of these sweat treats were on his over head. Our boss, doing inventory, discovered them and marked them down from $1.19 to 3 for $1. Marshmallows just get stale when they get old and can be microwaved and used in hot cocoa. These taste fine. I would never sell out of date dairy, meat, deli, etc. But most dried grocery products are stamped with a best buy date, a pessimistic estimate of how quickly it will lose taste and nutrients, not an expiration date.
When I managed a city store, such a thing would have been unthinkable. Any product that was out of date that we might have tried to sell, was a sure sign to the oppressed customers that we were trying to get over on them. The health department would be called. Here are some examples from my personal experience.
I worked for Bel Garden in the 1980s. The old Polish couple that owned the store donated all damaged and out of date product to a Baltimore City soup kitchen. I was tasked with making sure this stuff was all good. I took this job seriously and threw out anything questionable.
One day, while I worked on the dented cans, tossing pin-holed and swelled cans aside, Miss Betty came to me and told me to toss it all, and forever, that a black homeless man got sick to the stomach after eating at the soup kitchen and there was an investigation that determined that the freshest possible foods had not been used by the soup kitchen. The investigation had implicated Miss Betty [an immigrant woman who had been born poor to a starving mother] as something of a criminal trying to poison the poor.
When I worked for Shoppers, B. Gaddy, famous soup kitchen queen of Baltimore, began sending trucks to pick up the massive stale overflow that all grocery store bakeries produce. Most grocery stores throw out 4 shopping cart loads of bread products and cakes per day. It was soon discovered that a starving black family had been poisoned by a moldy slice of bread, which was obviously a bio-terror attempt by the Jewish operators of the chain. Law suits came, and the trash chute overflowed once again and forever more.
Urban poor pay more for their food because their sons are entitled to rob the retailer, upping operations costs, their mothers are inclined to hassle the help, reducing employee efficiency and upping costs, and the legal profession is poised to sue any retailer who would dare offer food to the poor rather than money.
The urban poor—including retired white union employees and Korean War vets who I have often served—are infinitely poor in a deeper way. They are, according to our masters in politics and the legal profession, incapable and unfit to check a slice of bread for a spot of mold, or to squeeze the top of a can of beans to make certain it is not spoiled. Simply put, the modern urban poor are regarded as inferior to a baboon, a chimp, or a monkey, who all have the ability to check food for spoilage. Indeed, the urban poor are thought of as being as low as dogs or pigs, domesticated animals without the good sense to avoid eating rotten food.
This is an animal farm.
FYI Dr. Thomas Sowell also addressed our societal problem of pernicious grievance mongering the other day (great minds think alike apparently):
townhall.com/columnists/thomassowell/2015/09/01/a-revealing-clue-n2046118/page/full
An excerpt from the article: Even those of us who are not supporters of either Donald Trump or Jeb Bush can learn something by comparing how each of these men handled people who tried to disrupt their question-and-answer period after a speech.
After Bush's speech, hecklers from a group called "Black Lives Matter" caused Bush to simply leave the scene. When Trump opened his question-and-answer period by pointing to someone in the audience who had a question, a Hispanic immigration activist who had not been called on simply stood up and started haranguing.
Trump told the activist to sit down because someone else had been called on. But the harangue continued, until a security guard escorted the disrupter out of the room. And Jeb Bush later criticized Trump for having the disrupter removed!
What kind of president would someone make who caves in to those who act as if what they want automatically overrides other people's rights—that the rules don't apply to them?
Trump later allowed the disrupter back in, and answered his questions. Whether Trump's answers were good, bad or indifferent is irrelevant to the larger issue of rules that apply to everyone. That was not enough to make "The Donald" a good candidate to become President of the United States. He is not. But these revealing incidents raise painful questions about electing Jeb Bush to be leader of the free world. The Republican establishment needs to understand why someone with all Trump's faults could attract so many people who are sick of the approach that Jeb Bush represents.
No small part of the internal degeneration of American society has been a result of supposedly responsible officials caving in to whatever group is currently in vogue, and allowing them to trample on everyone else's rights.
Some officials allow "the homeless" to urinate and defecate in public, right on the streets, or let organized hooligans who claim to represent "the 99 percent against the one percent" block traffic and keep neighborhoods awake with their noise through the night. Politicians who exempt from the law certain groups who have been chosen as mascots undermine the basis for a decent society—which everybody, from every group, deserves.
Even those who happen to be in vogue for the moment can lose big time when the vogue changes, as vogues do.
I always thought Trump was an a—well, let's just call him Rump. I imagine feeling like Conan after the camel puked on him if I woke to find out he was my master.
But, he at least knows when he has the hammer. The neutered Bush line of aristocrats represent weakness and privilege in equal measure, and therefore turns off real right wingers and embolden the left.
Yes, as you have said, I would prefer Hillary Goddamn Clinton to take us down the trash chute fast enough so that I can at least strike a blow against the hoodrat hordes from my death bed like Jim Bowie before the toy box hits bottom. But, my desires aside, we are on the long slow march into the compromise swamp.
Thanks for the link. Sowell is the best.
You're eating Marshmallows?
Dear god...
I told you, that in my quest to get in shape so that I could survive an extended beating at your able hands, that I was cleaning up my diet. I am—I no longer eat chocolate!
Apparently the air that they pump into marshmallows does not have as many calories as the hoodrat oil they must be pumping into those butterfingers bars...
JL:
H.L. Mencken (local boy, West Side) was in his room typing away one night, when his Mother asked what he was doing?
He said, "I'm stirring up the animals!"
Thus Donald Trump. If I was a rich guy with an audience, you can bet I'd be real popular, but having the time of my life!
I can only wonder what Mencken would have to say (probably plenty) about the current state of most everything.
The mob is never happy when somebody tells then the emporer is nekkid, oh, and real dumb, to boot. But I repeat myself....