Damn, Golden Krust

So, this may be a very New York City-centric post, son. As a matter of fact, this may be a very Bronx and Brooklyn-centric post, man. All I know is, as a West Indian dude who was raised in NYC, the news of Lowell Hawthorne‘s suicide is shocking, fam. Real talk, Golden Krust is a MAJOR part of my life, bruh. With that being said, if the theories behind the CEO‘s death are true, then this situation is highly tragic, folks.

Ok, before I continue, let me just paint a quick picture. So, in case people don’t know, I’m from the Bronx. On the real, I’m the product of Co-op City through and through, son. In any case, although I lived with my mother, my father also lived in the Bronx on Seymour Avenue. Now, this is notable because his house was a block away from Gun Hill Road, where one of the original Golden Krust locations exists. Needless to say, anytime I visited him, I completely OD’ed on beef patties and oxtail, man. Until this day, I can’t get enough of their food, fam.

Now, outside of my little worldview, Golden Krust has grown into a very successful business. Hawthorne took his family’s patty recipe and created an empire, bruh. As of now, the company has over 100 locations across various states. So, on face value, it seems like everything is going well, son. However; as we’re now learning, it appears that Hawthorne was dealing with a lot of pressure, man.

Apparently, Hawthorne was facing massive tax debt AND was being sued by Robert Wray, a former employee. Now, according to Wray’s suit, he was never paid overtime over an 11-year period. From what I understand, relatives are now stating that Hawthorne began behaving oddly after confessing his financial troubles to them. All in all, everything came to a head on Saturday when he was found dead in his Bronx factory from a gunshot wound to the head. Keeping it a buck, it’s a really fucked up way to go, fam.

Look, in situations like this, I try not to judge people, bruh. However; if Hawthorne’s suicide was over his financial issues, then death doesn’t really solve the problem, son. I mean, the IRS is still going to hit up his company for their money and Wray’s lawsuit will most likely continue. So, even though he’s out of the picture, the problems still remain, man. Furthermore, in addition to grieving his loss, now his loved ones are left holding the bag, fam.

In the end, this is just a sad circumstance, bruh. Ultimately, suicide is always an unfortunate situation, son. By and by, I feel for his family, his friends and the people who worked with him. Being real, I want to say Rest In Peace to Hawthorne, but I find it hard to think of peace when someone dies in such a manner, man. Anyway, I hope all of Golden Krust’s issues get resolved and I hope everyone involved is able to move on, fam. That is all. LC out.

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‘No F*cks Given’: The Legend Of Colin Powell

To be clear, I hate politics, son. I talk about it a lot, but I hate everything about politics. I hate the blind allegiances to partisan ideals and I hate the fact politicians don’t really represent the people’s interests. However; more so than anything else, I despise knowing that politicians never keep it real with the general public. Whether it’s overbearing political correctness or straight up lies, our elected officials seem to have no idea what honesty is. With all of that being said, I’d like to personally thank whoever hacked Colin Powell’s emails, man. This is mainly because, for once, we got a politician’s true opinion about the world around them.

Skipping the formalities, Powell’s emails were full of hot takes about Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Needless to say, he’s not onboard with either of these people becoming president. Taking it a step further, he actually listed several reasons why both individuals are essentially pieces of basura caliente. First, in regards to Trump, Powell stated that he was a “national disgrace” and an “international pariah.” In addition, he called the “birther movement” Trump started “racist” and claimed most folks actually hate him. All I know is, I can’t find one single lie in homie’s logic, bro. I’ll never understand why he chose to be a Republican, but as a fellow West Indian from the Bronx, I’m fully in tune with the “no fucks given” way of life.

Moving on, Powell actually saved all of his hottest takes for Hillary. To be real, he hit her with that Ether, son. He hit her with that shit to make her soul burn slow, man. Despite calling her a friend, he laid out a number of reasons why he wouldn’t vote for her either. In his eyes, Hillary is nothing more than a person who has a distinguished history of being greedy, letting ambition blind her and allowing hubris to ruin everything she touches. Furthermore, he brings up the idea that good ol’ Bill Clinton is still out here laying the wood to these broads in their house. Side bar, to all of my feminists out there, I know Bill’s transgressions shouldn’t be allowed to have an effect on her campaign, but let’s be real, most of politics is perception. In any case, Powell has all of the guns loaded and he’s firing shots in every direction, son. I can’t lie, this is simultaneously beautiful and hilarious to watch.

Ultimately, I don’t know how or if his words will have any effect on the election. While they probably won’t, I can’t help but feel satisfied seeing a politician’s unbridled honesty. Now, while these words were never meant for public eyes, at least we know that people in his position realize this entire election is fucked. Both candidates suck and everyone knows, man. Good luck to America, son. Good luck indeed.