New Yorker: “Private equity and predatory landlords destroyed this city.”
NBC: “Okay, we’re done here.”
Say the quiet part out loud on live TV and suddenly the interview is over.
Funny how “free speech” disappears the moment you blame the people actually cashing the checks. pic.twitter.com/sjmgbm9Oop
— Brian Allen (@allenanalysis) February 24, 2026
Yeah, that’s right, just keep shutting down the truth, don’t tell of the peoples’ hardships and who’s responsible for them. Shut it down. Just like most of that State of the Union speech last night. If we are to believe our ears we are virtually living in “The Golden Age of America.” He made it seem like we were now all in Utopia, lavishing in hammocks under a shady oak, eating peeled grapes. Makes one wonder who’s actually peeling the grapes. Oh that’s right, it’s us, we, that hefty group who just so happens to be struggling to make ends meet. Yeah, some of us are working, some living under underpasses, but most of us are peeling grapes, grapes we may never be allowed to taste. But man, so very many are so tired of this peeling. Que Sam Cooke, “A change is gonna come.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrAGbRHxyHs&list=RDxrAGbRHxyHs&start_radio=1
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A few days ago hoping to find some bargains I visited my local Goodwill Store in its brand new location. Walked in to find the place all spiffed up and in good order. Started my treasure hunt and wham, bang, tilt. I was shocked at the prices. I promise, no exaggeration here… the used men’s shirts were $18.00. What?!!, said I. And three others in the aisle heard me. Yeah, they all chimed in, “What’s with the prices?!! Might as well go to Target or Walmart.” One woman came in to buy her kids school clothes and could barely afford anything. It was sad, like the end of an era, me being old enough to remember when most things in the thrift stores were fifty cents, or even bag day, where anything you can fit in a bag cost a dollar. Now that was The Golden Age, at least of thrifting.
I considered what I should do. Write a letter? Call the local TV station? Lodge some kind of complaint? In the end, I unloaded on the lady behind the counter asking her who it is that Goodwill is serving, if not the poor and struggling. She actually said that some people just expect handouts and don’t want to work. Had no clue about what many good people are going through in a world gone mad. I asked if she’d bring my feedback to management and she agreed but said that they’re already aware of the issue and of the customers’ dissatisfaction and objection but there’s nothing they can do about it. I closed with a word about Christ and the poor, and how I thought Goodwill was at least somewhat invested in that, told her I knew it wasn’t her fault, and thanked her for listening. Walking out of the store I said to myself, “I’m never coming back here.”
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