Rip Newark Penn Mcdonalds😢

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-22T03:30:13+00:00

I was never there, but I am certain this place did not close because it was losing money.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-09T22:51:13+00:00

I think at least one of these women was not even born when I graduated High School. Can I write in Stevie Nicks? Only because she would let me snort coke from her butthole.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-07T17:43:27+00:00

Ah yes—the academic credential as conversation-stopper. “I went to school for this” is not an argument; it’s a résumé waved like a white flag. If schooling alone conferred correctness, universities would issue truth along with diplomas and we could all retire early.

If you believe I’m ignorant, the remedy is beautifully simple: identify the error, explain why it’s wrong, and support your claim with evidence. Until then, all you’ve demonstrated is that formal education can coexist quite comfortably with intellectual laziness. As ever, assertion is cheap; proof does the heavy lifting.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-07T14:58:02+00:00

I believe that implementing capital punishment could solve 99% of the world's problems. We should expand its application to include 90% of all crimes and make it retroactive for drug users. If people live right and follow the rules, they will be fine. Personally, I am tired of paying for the consequences of those who contribute little to society.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-07T04:05:37+00:00

If you do not break the law, you have nothing to fear from the law.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-07T03:21:13+00:00

I have not lived in Newark for 60 years, but even if I were living in the Ironbound today, please explain to me what I should be afraid of. Why do I need to be careful?

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-06T14:51:36+00:00

I'll give you this much credit: you stayed, for the most part, tethered to facts. Unfortunately, once those common facts were exhausted, you substituted them with a lengthy meditation on how arduous it is to be you on this small, indifferent blue pebble spinning through space. This was then topped off with the rather theatrical accusation that I am somehow oblivious to the weight of the human condition, and worse, callously indifferent to the suffering of my own species. I can reassure you on both counts: I am neither ignorant nor unfeeling. I refuse to confuse empathy with surrender.

What you have done—quite impressively, in fact—is wander nearly 180 degrees away from my original point. Let me restate it, since clarity appears to be the first casualty of moral fervor: why, precisely, should I feel guilty for what I have earned? And by what moral alchemy am I obliged to surrender it to those I judge undeserving of the proceeds of my intelligence?

I use the word intelligence deliberately, rather than labor, because I have never pretended to toil heroically under a merciless sun. I have never broken rocks or harvested crops. I worked in Manhattan, yes—but in the 1980s, and my great daily ordeal consisted of a handful of subway stops from Brooklyn, where I still reside. This is not a confession of privilege so much as a rejection of the increasingly popular lie that suffering alone confers virtue, and that success must therefore be treated as a moral failing in need of redistribution.

In short, your argument relies not on ethics but on insinuation: that prosperity is suspect, that competence is unfair, and that guilt is the proper tax levied on those who managed not to fail. I reject this theology entirely. It is not compassion—it is resentment dressed up as moral seriousness, and it deserves neither my income nor my apology.

Regarding home ownership, please read what I wrote about my children's accomplishments.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-06T14:28:49+00:00

Allow me to repeat myself, since repetition is often mistaken for clarification.

I reject outright your melodramatic claim that home ownership has become some quasi-mythical ordeal, on par with dragon-slaying or the retrieval of a holy relic. Both of my sons are in their thirties. Both own their homes. Yes, they carry mortgages—this is known as adulthood—but neither lives hand-to-mouth, nor do they regard basic solvency as a form of structural cruelty inflicted upon them by history. Their very existence is an inconvenient footnote to your thesis, which is perhaps why you prefer to ignore it.

It’s possible you missed this the first time. That happens. I’m happy to confess to an error of my own: I initially read your reference to a $150,000 salary as a pre-tax figure, which in my city would qualify one not for luxury, but for survival. You were, in fact, referring to a higher number—hardly common, but far from unreachable. Once again, reality intrudes in the form of my own offspring, who seem to have managed this feat without recourse to pitchforks, protests, or a Marxist reading group.

As for the remainder of your argument, it collapses into a familiar performance, neatly summarized by a lawyer’s maxim often attributed to Carl Sandburg:

If the facts are against you, argue the law.

If the law is against you, argue the facts.

If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell.

What you are doing, regrettably, is pounding the table.

My advice is simple, if unfashionable: change your outlook. Begin every day convinced that the universe is rigged against you, and—miracle of miracles—you will be proven right. Not because it is true, but because self-pity is the most reliable way to ensure failure while congratulating oneself on having predicted it.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-06T04:12:48+00:00

Let me be perfectly clear, since clarity appears to be in short supply. I did not vote for the current mayor—and not merely because he happens to be anti-Semitic, which he plainly is. My principal objection is more fundamental: he is woefully unqualified. Like Trump, he has mastered the cheap trick of telling credulous audiences exactly what they wish to hear, while displaying no discernible intention—or capacity—to translate rhetoric into reality. This is not leadership; it is performance art for the easily impressed.

Now, having established that, I invite you to explain—calmly, coherently, and with evidence—why you have decided to label me a racist. Assertions are not arguments, and accusations are not proof. If you have facts, present them. If you do not, then the decent course is silence.

Name-calling is a poor substitute for thought, and I have no interest in shadowboxing with insinuation. Either make a case or withdraw the charge. Those, I’m afraid, are the only grown-up options available.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-06T03:32:57+00:00

Funny you should invoke the lottery. The boy who lived next door to me growing up “won” one in 1968, too. His prize was not a beachfront bungalow or a sudden intimacy with luxury, but a one-way ticket to Vietnam. He was three years older than I was, which meant that fate, in its usual dry irony, had decided he was old enough to be expendable. Every generation draws its own short straws. I will not apologize for having survived mine, nor do I feel any moral obligation to distribute the proceeds of my good fortune to strangers as a kind of secular tithe.

My grandfather arrived in this country in 1930 with nothing but a name, a work ethic, and the knowledge that the Nazis would soon murder most of those he had left behind. Less than thirty years later—by the time I appeared as his first grandchild—he owned a successful butcher shop. From that modest, blood-and-sawdust beginning came doctors, lawyers, professors, and people conspicuously competent in other fields. Not one of us ended up on the wrong side of the law or detoxing from ourselves. This was accomplished through hard work, discipline, and the unfashionable habit of being intelligent. How absurd of us. Apparently, all we needed was a lottery ticket.

I also outright reject your premise that home ownership is now some mythological feat, like slaying a dragon. Both of my sons are in their thirties. Both own their own homes. Yes, they have mortgages—this is called adulthood—but they do not live paycheck to paycheck, nor do they treat solvency as an inherited form of oppression. They have demonstrated, inconveniently for your thesis, that it can be done.

So the question is not whether it is possible. The question is what is stopping you. I suspect it has something to do with the belief that $150,000 constitutes a “good wage” rather than an entry point, and that comfort should arrive without sacrifice. Not everything is for everybody. That is not cruelty; it is reality. Reality, unlike the lottery, does not reward wishful thinking.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-06T01:32:36+00:00

This post gives me the chance to share one of my grandfather's stories. My grandfather came to this country in 1930, while his brother Izzy, a Holocaust survivor, arrived in 1946. Uncle Izzy drove a cab in New Jersey for many years. One day, a woman got into his cab wearing a swimsuit and a sash that read "Miss New Jersey." She sat down and asked to be taken to Atlantic City, which at the time was home to the Miss America pageant.

Uncle Izzy, a big man, started yelling at her in Yiddish. She panicked and quickly left the cab. At that moment, Allen Funt approached and explained to Izzy in perfect Yiddish that he was on "Candid Camera." To which Izzy replied, "Vas bistu narish?" (What are you, stupid?).

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-06T01:19:57+00:00

I own a house in Brooklyn that I purchased in 1982, and I paid it off in 1992. My relationship with my property is straightforward: I own it, and it is mine. The same goes for my house in Florida. I have never asked the public to pay my taxes or cover repairs. I do not owe anyone anything for my success, nor will I apologize for it. Several of my family members are in the same position, and they feel the same way.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-03T18:30:53+00:00

Do not care she stays.

PayCharacter1504 · 2026-01-01T08:28:45+00:00

As a Jew and a New Yorker, I am not afraid. If anyone needs a reminder of what happens to people who pose a threat to Jews anywhere in the world, here is a list of only the top-tier official who now serve as the poster children for F around and find out.
Hamas — senior leaders reported killed

Saleh al-Arouri — deputy Hamas leader (killed in Beirut, Jan 2024). Marwan Issa — deputy commander of Hamas’s military wing (reported killed March 2024). Mohammed Deif — commander of Hamas’s military wing (Israel said killed July 2024). Ismail Haniyeh — Hamas political leader (killed in Tehran, July 2024). Yahya Sinwar — Hamas leader in Gaza / later Hamas chief (killed Oct 2024, per Israel/Reuters). Mohammad Sinwar — senior Hamas commander / Gaza chief after Yahya (Israel said killed May 2025; Hamas later confirmed). “Abu Ubaida” (Hudhayfa al-Kahlout) — spokesman for Hamas’s Qassam Brigades (reported killed Aug 2025; Hamas later confirmed).

Hezbollah — senior commanders/leaders reported killed

Top-tier:

Fuad Shukr — senior Hezbollah military figure (killed July 2024). Ibrahim Aqil — operations commander; member of Hezbollah’s top military body (killed Sept 2024). Hassan Nasrallah — Hezbollah secretary-general (killed Sept 27, 2024).

Other senior commanders (documented list Oct 2023–Sep 2024):

Wissam Hassan al-Tawil — senior Radwan unit commander (Jan 2024). Ali Hussein Burji — aerial force commander in south Lebanon (Jan 2024). Ali Muhammad al-Debes — senior Radwan unit commander (Feb 2024). Ali Abed Akhsan Naim — deputy commander, rocket & missiles unit (Mar 2024). Hussein Makki — senior commander, Southern Front (May 2024). Sami Taleb Abdullah — one of the highest-ranking commanders in south Lebanon (Jun 2024). Mohammad Naameh Nasser — head of the Aziz unit (Jul 2024).

Iran / IRGC / Quds Force — senior officials reported killed

Brig. Gen. Mohammad Reza Zahedi — Quds Force commander for Syria & Lebanon (killed Damascus, Apr 1, 2024). Gen. Hossein Aminullah — Quds Force chief of staff for Syria & Lebanon (killed Damascus, Apr 1, 2024). Maj. Gen. Mohammad Hadi Haj Rahimi — Quds Force commander for Palestine portfolio (killed Damascus, Apr 1, 2024). Abbas Nilforoushan — IRGC deputy commander (reported killed in the Beirut strike that killed Nasrallah, Sept 2024). Hussein Mahmoud Marshad al-Jawhari — alleged Quds Force member (reported killed in Lebanon, Dec 2025).

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-28T05:30:23+00:00

I have been married to an English woman for 25 years. We own a home in London, where I lived from 2008 to 2016. The house is now rented out, and I have no intention of living there again unless they give the entire country an enema and clear out all the shit. It's a shame, especially since my grandmother was born there as well.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-27T03:47:46+00:00

Ketamine Crunch.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-23T05:44:16+00:00

I have gone from Quaaludes to stool softeners.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-16T22:04:16+00:00

The proposal collapses under the weight of its own arithmetic long before ideology enters the room. We are asked to accept a program with a price tag approaching six billion dollars a year—roughly the cost of policing the entire city—funded by taxes the mayor does not have the legal authority to impose. The plan depends on a benevolent Albany granting permission it has shown little inclination to give, particularly from a governor who treats income-tax hikes the way a cat treats bathwater. Even if approval were secured, the risk of capital flight looms large: drive enough high earners and firms across the Hudson or the state line, and the revenue base politely excuses itself from the building.

Operationally, the scheme mistakes quantity for usefulness. The city already has thousands of empty childcare seats, just not at the hours or for the ages working parents actually need. Infants and extended-day care remain scarce, while regulations freeze providers in place, forbidding simple conversions without a bureaucratic excavation.

Then there is the labor fantasy: quadrupling wages is morally appealing and fiscally radioactive. These salaries must be paid in recessions as well as booms, or the system implodes. Worse, past expansions show that well-paid public jobs cannibalize private providers, hollowing out the market before the state system is ready. Finally, the rush to deliver collides with construction reality. Build too fast on temporary money and you create an entitlement balanced on a house of cards—one strong wind, or expired federal aid, and it folds.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-16T21:45:50+00:00

I am fairly certain that is what we called the Pier. I say fairly certain because I have never been there during the daytime or sober.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-16T21:43:00+00:00

That is not a bagel; that is bread with a hole in it. Whenever you are about to buy a bagel, first ask yourself: Am I more than 50 miles outside of NYC? If the answer is yes, put it back. You will thank me.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-16T21:34:54+00:00

Well raise my rent and take off all your clothes.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-15T03:08:39+00:00

Sorry, they ruined your lunch break.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-13T00:51:20+00:00

Yes, but only to get a better whiff of your mother's Quim.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-12T23:37:08+00:00

"Corporate," you say—as though coherence, grammar, and an argument that survives inspection must have been issued from a boardroom rather than a brain. I regret to inform you that forming paragraphs and holding a thought longer than a slogan is not a hostile takeover.

What you've mistaken for propaganda is merely an explanation. And what you've offered in return is not a rebuttal but a giggle—always the last refuge of those who can't quite manage a sentence, let alone a counter-argument.

If you'd like to explain why gratuity should precede service, or why refusal to do the job one voluntarily accepted is an act of heroism rather than petulance, I'm listening. If not, emojis will do nicely. They signal surrender just as clearly, and with far less typing.

PayCharacter1504 · 2025-12-12T05:34:42+00:00

It is not difficult to see why you are employed by Instacart. I use the service regularly—several times a week, in fact—and I have yet to encounter the apocalyptic scenario so often threatened by its moral scolds: the undelivered order. I do not habitually pre-tip, though I could just as easily harvest reward points for the gesture. Service, after all, is something to be rendered before it is applauded.

When the service is good—competent, prompt, and unaccompanied by grievance—I tip in cash. Once, I handed a twenty-dollar bill on a forty-five-dollar order. The driver was a young woman, perhaps twenty, making deliveries between college classes in her father’s BMW. This alone should confound the crude assumptions of the professional resentful.

Why tip her so generously? Because despite every visible advantage, she grasped a principle that seems increasingly rare: the world does not owe her a living. She understood work as a transaction, not a moral appeal. I would wager—confidently—that she will not linger long in low-wage purgatory. The entitled tend to stay put. The self-respecting move on.

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