An invisible crime: The demise of Country Cafe
The lockdown and mandate tyranny destroyed lives most of us will never know about.
I don’t make any money from pitching this book, but I do it because it’s so important. It’s called Diary of a Psychosis by the great Tom Woods. Get it and two excellent free related e-books at DiaryOfCovid.com.
Today I want to tell you a story that you’ll never hear about except right here. It concerns what used to be my favorite place for breakfast here in Las Vegas, Nevada.
It was called Country Cafe, and it was just a couple miles away from my house. It was a family-run operation, a diner attached to a bar in a stand-alone building on an otherwise vacant lot.
I never went into the bar, but my wife and I ate breakfast at the diner a whole lot. The food was excellent. The fact that it was run by a husband and wife team lent it a whole lot of charm. And of course, it always feels nice to support small businesses - especially when the food is so good.
But none of that is what made the place so special to me.
What did is something the owners never talked about, but what my wife and I observed immediately. They clearly were going out of their way to hire staff that were trying to rebuild their lives after some kind of drug or prison related calamity.
We noticed that many of the staff were in various levels of recovery/rebuilding. The service never lacked because of this fact, but it was nonetheless obvious.
As an example, the first time we went there, our waitress was a very capable middle-aged lady, but the busboy was gaunt, nervous, eager to please, but painfully unsure of himself. He was also in his mid-30s. Far too old to be an anxious, bumbling, entry-level employee.
We didn’t know what to make of that, on its own, but it did cause us to look around at the rest of the staff. It’s what caused us to notice the pattern. There were many such employees, again, in various stages of remaking their lives.
Fast forward a little less than a year - and many many visits to the Country Cafe for the best omelets I’ve ever had.
That same bumbling busboy is now our waiter. He is confident, almost cock-sure. He is still very eager to please. He is a little taller now, not being hunched over like a whipped dog. He stands straight. His shoulders are back. His chest is out. His eyes are clearer. There is confidence in his gait. He looks much much healthier.
He is in 1,000 ways a changed man, and all of it for the better.
And again, he isn’t the only one. Over almost a decade, we saw dozens of employees of this restaurant gain employment and very noticeably better themselves. Some stayed on. Some moved on to greener pastures (we would ask about our favorites if we didn’t see them after a few visits).
Well, you know where this is going, right? Country Cafe was one of the first small businesses destroyed by the lockdowns in my area. The lockdowns also destroyed three “locals” casino/hotels. Big ones.
I have no idea what happened to the lovely, skilled, kind, and heroic (in my opinion) family that ran that joint. I have no idea what happened to the vulnerable employees who relied on that job to keep them clean or out of prison or from homelessness.
I have no idea how many hundreds of people will never get the chance to improve their lives because this business, run by caring and noble people, no longer exists.
It’s a crime, what our pompous overlords did to all these people. And almost nobody has a clue that this crime even happened. And of course, there were many many many such similar lives destroyed by this cruel insanity we just suffered through.
So, again: I urge you to to to DiaryOfCovid.com and get Tom’s book Diary of a Psychosis. One of the free e-books you will also receive is a collection of lives ruined by the Covid lockdowns and mandates.
Much like the people of Country Cafe, these people’s stories deserve to be heard.
Naturally,
Adam