A Rat and a Cage

A number of years ago I was working nights as a dishwasher at Little Vic’s on Toulouse. I can’t remember exactly when it was, it might have been around Mardi Gras because we were slammed. Every seat full inside and out, the counter had a line going out the door. Customers wall to wall, a long line for the restroom, drunks pissing in the courtyard next to others who were dining. A situation both profitable and volatile.

The head cook was pissy and slamming shit around, the wait staff frantic with the demands placed on them. I was elbow deep in suds for hours as well as bussing the tables and trying to police the bathrooms. It was a single use bathroom and groups would go in, one would use the toilet while others would piss in the sink and in the drain on the floor.

By ten o’clock we were all ready to choke one another. I had turned a deaf ear to the complaints of the raging cooks. Suddenly I heard a commotion in the front of the house. Was there a fight? Did someone pass out? Did someone puke on the bar? I went out front to see what chore awaited me. Almost the entire restaurant was standing by the front door gawking. “What da fuck now?” i asked myself. As I pushed through the crowd I spotted a black car on the sidewalk. The two left wheels inches from both of our stoops. Great, an auto accident I thought. I pushed closer.

There it was, a stretch limo parked on the sidewalk blocking our doors. I see some idiot standing up through the sunroof waving to the gathering crowd like he was the fucking Pope or something. “What da fuck?” I blurted out. A random guy grabbed my arm and exclaimed like a screeching teen age girl “IT’S NICOLAS CAGE! IT’S NICOLAS CAGE!”

I was about ten feet away from the limo when he turned our way with that goofy fucking face of his shaking as many clambering hands as he could. “I don’t give a shit who it is, get the fuck off of my sidewalk!” I screamed and returned to the kitchen. The raging chef asked me what was going on in the front. I told him that evidently Nic Cage thinks we have a fucking drive thru window or some shit.

He screamed “NIC CAGE?” and dropped everything and bolted to the front of the house to see for himself. I just started throwing pans into the sink mumbling about how much I hated every soul in the Quarter right now.

“Celebrities” there’s not a goddamned one I would shake hands with.

The Quarter Rat’s MAN OF THE YEAR 2020

Larry Flynt taught me everything I know about free speech.


His inspiration is the only reason that The Quarter Rat is still publishing. Mr. Flynt took a bullet for free speech, so have soldiers and protesters from around the world. A crack in the side of everything that are pillars of the establishment. Establishment corporate media, the courts, the church and social standards. He has done more to shake the system than any rock band or publication of the 1960’s and 70’s.

A brilliant capitalist, publisher and hustler. I’ve been binge watching old interviews of him from the 1970s. His words and arguments are as true, if not more so today. Same exact motivations, authoritarianism; same people, just forget about left / right, blue / red, liberal / conservative bullshit.

Instead of bible-thumping Baptists screaming obscenity, we have inter-sectional feminists screaming hate speech. Just replace Jerry Farwell with Jack Dorsey of twitter. Those who practice free speech have gone from being called demonic to racist. The irony is, we protect the speech of those who seek to silence us. It’s a tough battle.

If you’re not going to offend somebody you don’t need the First Amendment.
Larry Flynt

Both will use the same scare tactics. “It’s harmful to women.” We want free speech for women as well. “It’s harmful to the country.” No, it’s the foundation of the country. You, the authoritarian, are harmful. A Republican trying to ban adult material, or a Democrat trying to censor social media — same reasons: Control.

Smoke a bowl and consider this: They went from trying to ban Hustler magazine in the 1970’s to banning Dr fucking Seuss books today. I bet Larry Flynt and George Carlin are having some great discussions in the afterlife right now.

From the standpoint of a French Quarter resident, he was one hell of a neighbor. He always kept a nice place and employed a lot of my friends. The first time I got to layout an ad for one of his clubs, I really felt that I had made it as a graphic artist. Larry, as much of a presence on Bourbon Street that you had, we are proud to call you one of our own, a Quarter Rat.

In the up coming years, we at the Quarter Rat hope to continue your fight.

QR Recommendations: Ushanka Show

In a search for quick and easy content that doesn’t take a lot of thought and gets clicks we present: The Quarter Rat Video Creator Recommendations. Independent creators producing original quality content for the web. If you’re a fan of obscure or lesser known YOUTUBERS you may want to check some of these out.

USHANKA SHOW
Sergei Sputnikoff was born in the former U.S.S.R. (now a part of Ukraine) in 1971 and moved to the U.S. in 1999. He has a catalog of hundred of videos covering his childhood in the final days of the Soviet Union, the opening up and change that happened over the course of less than a decade. He shares many fond childhood memories that dispel or at least explain many of our western impressions of the Soviets. At times he discusses life in his new home Michigan, USA. For the channel’s 52,000 subscribers, he puts out regular well produced videos. A playlist of five videos devoted just to being 15 years old in 1986 in Kiev during the Chernobyl disaster.

Observations both positive and negative, and first impressions of the West. I enjoy his recollections about life in the Ukraine. Playlists covering all aspects, Soviet autos, housing, currency, humor, leadership and many others. On a rare occasion, he will inject his own political views. I’ve watched videos of other Tubers who were from the former Communist block countries who speak very bitterly of their experiences, denouncing it all and sounding like a Regan Republican.

Sergei has a much softer view of the period. For him and his family, it sounds more like a depression-era story from the United States’ past. His childhood sounded happy. He speaks of his friends and the simple fun and pleasures they shared. Occasionally, he comes out with a point of view that would fall on the socialist side of the spectrum. Coming from him, I will listen with an open mind and try to see the ideals. I won’t even pay attention to an American college student talk about something that they have no experience in.

youtube.com/c/USHANKASHOW

I thought this video to share would perfect coming from The Quarter Rat. In the 1980s, Soviet leader Michael Gorbachev created his Glasnost policy (openness) allowing the press to print articles with limited state censorship. In 1986, two newspaper editors thought that they would test the policy. The newspaper Moskovskij Komsomolets reported on foreign money prostitution in Moscow. I can imagine those editorial meetings. A serious doubt about how open is too open for the reformed Soviet leadership. About that time Chernobyl was the top story around the world. For a publisher to tests the limits of a newly installed freedom, prostitution was probably the safer bet. The newspaper ran a series of stories, all sold out.

It’s an interesting insight to the final days of the Soviet Union. If you dig his style you can check out hundreds of his other videos.

Commie Karens

“Just present the facts” my editor advised when I bounced an idea for a piece on this shutdown. “Why? People will reject and dismiss information that counters their beliefs.” I don’t trust your sources, you don’t trust mine. Discussion is futile.

“Don’t you trust science?”
Yes I do, I just don’t trust those claiming to represent science. They are humans. They are driven by the same motivations as everyone else. Greed, power, ego, and can be wrong. Doctors were paid in the 1950s to promote healthier cigarette brands. Science gave us Thalidomide, a drug that was prescribed as a sedative and treatment for morning sickness in pregnant women. It lead to miscarriages and severe birth defects in tens of thousands of babies.

Dr. Fauci a year ago said that wearing masks was pointless. Later, he pushed wearing masks, then the wearing of two masks, backtracked briefly on that statement, and finally said we should wear two. I could provide all of the dates, video clips, mainstream new articles substantiating the above, but why. If you are one of those who think the sun shines out of that man’s ass won’t click on the links, or you will contort reason to validate your narrative.

If only Bill Nye would tell people to put a plastic bag over their heads and hold it in place with a rubber band. This pandemic would be over in a few days and the rational people could go on about their lives. We would only lose those people who quote a children’s show host as gospel. I liked Pee Wee Herman, but I would never accept medical advice from him.

I wear my mask like an obedient servant to the state when I go into a business. It’s like a “No shirt, no shoes, no service rule.” Fine, it’s your business, I’ll abide. It comes off as soon as I exit. I want to be seen wearing a mask on the street about as much as I want to be seen wearing a political armband aligning myself to a ideology. A public declaration that I am obedient to the state, corporate and establishment doctrine.

“Do you want to kill grandma?”
Fuck your grandmother. Her and her 97.5% survivable rate in seniors. She didn’t get old by being weak and careful. Granny in her day was snorting a line of coke off the cock of a guy driving 120 MPH in a sports car. Stop the emotional manipulation with “What about the elderly? What about the children? What about the Polar bears?”

I’m a heavy smoker close to 60. I’ve lived my life, I’ll sacrifice it to save my friend’s small business. The economy is far more important than my life, or even a tiny, minute fraction of the population. Where’s the socialist ethos of the individual making a sacrifice for the best interests of the group? Oh, your candy ass meant only the wealthy making sacrifices for you. If you are not willing to die en masse for the sake of the group, then you’re a fucking lousy socialist.

Who is pro-mask? I noticed a lot of similarities in the pro-maskers. I’m not saying everyone who is a mask advocate falls into one of these groups, just that these groups seem to be fanatical mask wearers.

Fat Commie Fucks
This would have been me in my early twenties. We all have worked with you. The slackers, the whiners who spend all day complaining about work. Bitching about how the boss who owns this business doesn’t know what he’s doing and is making a fortune off of our labor. You come in late, you blow off early with false claims of illness. You’re shitty employees and just generally shitty people who are lazy, selfish, narcissistic fucks.

You see this pandemic as a dream come true. The great reset. The government has told you that you are not allowed to go to work. They even give you money to stay home. All of the billionaires will pay for it. You can sit at home all day playing video games in your parent’s basement or share a shithole apartment with other Bernie Sanders supporters. Just enough money to pay for your smokes, binge drinking and mac and cheese. You don’t want to return to work out of concern for your health.

Hypochondriacs
If you always wear a mask, even while driving alone in your car and have been known to bore your friends and co-workers with tedious details of your last surgery, this is for you. I’m sure by now you have already contracted it. The COVID-19 tests have been notoriously inaccurate. You kept going back to be tested until you got back the positive results that you desired.

“The doctor said I almost died from it.” With delight you posted it on social media and keep checking back every five minutes for all of the “support.” Little sad face and heart emojis, maudlin comments from people who love to be seen as one who actually cares. (they don’t) Like-minded contacts are quick to share “I know six people who have caught the COVID, this validates my hyperbolic justification of shutting down the economy.”

You’re probably shaking a fist at me right now. A fist sticking out of a plastic brace because you have “The carpal tunnel syndrome.”

Drama Queens
This has been your decade. Climate change ending the world in 12 years, the President is a Russian spy, cops are hunting minorities, ban scary looking guns for the sake of the children, every man is a rapist. A pandemic is a wet dream for you. I know all of you have been very disappointed that millions haven’t died from it yet. You eagerly share every updated figure and screech about spikes. It’s like you are watching your investment money in the stock market. When the line starts to go up you get all excited. If the numbers drops, you keep your fingers crossed in hopes that it will go back up. You love the death and drama, it fills your narcissistic need for attention.

Karens
As overused as this term has become, it is a pandemic of its own. You love rules. Rules allow you to feel in control, of others and your own life. You walk out of your front door looking for others to dominate. “Clean up after your dog, you can’t park there, wear your mask.” You are a virtuous and brave super hero fighting evil where ever you see it. All of this would have been over by now if everyone had just obeyed the rules. “It’s not fair, all of you are selfish monsters, it’s the rule!”

Ideologues
The only facts that you want to hear come from your political alignment and corporate establishment. With cult-like devotion you blindly regurgitate talking points and numbers that you truly don’t comprehend. Your obedience gives you comfort. You feel secure with belonging to a group. Like an insecure high schooler overly self-conscious about wearing the right clothes, the right hair style, fitting in with the cool kids. No individuality, no critical thought, just group think. It must be true because my favorite late night talk show hosts say it is. I belong to this side and everyone else is evil.

I don’t fucking give a shit anymore. My health is failing from a lifetime of poor choices. Let me contract the fucking COVID, let it kill me. If it ain’t that it will be something else. I do hope it’s something else just so not to add to their fear-mongering statistics. Oh wait, if a gutter punk was to beat me to death, the coroner’s report would still list it as “COVID related.”

Tell me again about your statistics.

Graphic by Eric T. Styles. Questions, comments, complaints, anecdotes, tips or do you want to tell Eric about those statistics? Send it to styles@thequarterrat.com or dave@thequarterrat.com