For the record, I don’t dislike Warden. I dislike the unkindness I find in his discourse, but I’d be the first to object to banishing him from our board. I find it incongruous that he can be a business owner while supporting such hate groups as Antifa and BLM and even finds redeeming qualities among the Palestinians. Warden’s default response is to call others racist which is the standard response of Marxists worldwide since capitalism has enriched workers and wealth envy just doesn’t work where and when workers are prospering. Not all his posts are aggressive. Some months ago, he wrote several posts about management in a discussion with 90’scane. I found myself agreeing with him regarding corporate treatment of workers. In fact, I think corporations work best when workers are able to obtain ownership interest in the company.
One of my friends who is a great entrepreneur born in India gave me a cigar last night after we dined at an Indian restaurant. Indian food is an acquired taste. When I first tasted it, I didn’t like it, but quite a few of my friends and business associates are from India, and eating tiki masala became unavoidable when invited to their homes for dinner. Now I love the stuff, and it’s like spaghetti inasmuch as it tastes even better the next day.
The cigar he gave me was a Rocky Patel, and though I find Rocky a charming guy, I met Rocky a couple times in Fairhope, AL, which is wealthy, California-like town on the East side of Mobile Bay–a beautiful town. However I’ve never been an RP fan. The cigar he gave me was an RP Connecticut, and I found myself politely lying about its taste. It was an awful cigar. I hope he doesn’t give me more of them. My favorite Connecticut cigar is the San Cristobal Elegancia which was originated in a partnership between Ashton and My Father Cigars whose Don Pepin Garcia is probably the preeminent creator of vintage cigars. You can buy a San Cristobal for ten bucks and it is every bit as good as the thirty dollar Davidoff, a super luxury cigar made by a venerated company in Switzerland. There is an unusual camaraderie among cigar smokers worldwide, and you meet wonderfully interesting people in cigar lounges.
One of favorite cigar hangouts is no more. It’s called the 1850, and it’s a wood paneled bar attached to Arnaud’s Restaurant in New Orleans. I used to have season tickets for Saints games, and I’d always drop into the 1850 which was filled with people from all over the world. While in the bar, I’d order one plate of either escargot or New Orleans shrimp after another. It was a great place until they banned smoking in the French Quarter. I own an apartment in the French Quarter on Toulouse Street which I now plan to sell. They’ve taken all the sin out of New Orleans and crime in the city has gotten worse. Latoya Cantrell is a terrible mayor, another Democrat misgoverning one of the most interesting cities in America. They’ve taken down the statues of Robert E. Lee and Gen. P.T.G. Beauregard, and I anticipate that one day they’ll go after the statue of Andrew Jackson in the center of Jackson Square, the very heart of New Orleans.
I have never been a fan of jazz music, because I despise improvisational horn blowing. Nevertheless, I love blues singers. Strangely, I find Porgy and Bess one of the greatest musical creations by an American. Gershwin is certainly America’s answer to Beethoven and Mozart. Leftists are already coming down hard on classical composers. Instead they want you listen to rap music which I am certain is used extensively in Hell as part of the Everlasting Punishment protocol. Since I was raised by a Mexican family, I love ranchero music from Mexico. Your trivia question of the day is: Who was a famous Mexican general known for having red teeth?
So much for rambling.