An article by Louisa Clarence-Smith (US business editor at The Times) has been forwarded to me by my erstwhile physician.  The article is about the well known southern business called Cracker Barrel.

When my erstwhile physician travels to his properties in Florida, he flies. When we visit Florida on vacation, we drive.  And when we do – as we have done for the past decade – we regularly stop at Cracker Barrel along the way. Cracker Barrel – not unlike many corporations – punctuates its restaurant endeavours by maintaining an underlying theme of prime real estate.  Its convenient locations along i95 are only part of their success; the biscuits are nonpareil, the lemonade delicious, the main courses are reliably prepared and served.

A southern comfort food chain is attracting little sympathy after falling foul of America’s most influential corporate activist of the summer: President Trump.

Cracker Barrel, which serves chicken ’n’ dumplins, meatloaf and country fried steak with biscuits and cornbread, finally reversed a planned rebrand on Tuesday night after a backlash over its decision to change its old logo, removing the image of an older man, “Uncle Herschel”, in overalls sitting next to a barrel and the words “Old Country Store”.

Here is the skinny on Uncle Herschel:

Uncle Herschel was Cracker Barrel Old Country Store’s founder Dan Evins’ real uncle, the younger brother of Evins’ mother. He helped shape not only Cracker Barrel’s image but also its values. He was our own “goodwill ambassador” to the public. Uncle Herschel was a wealth of knowledge about what rural America’s old country stores were really like. He was a salesman for Martha White Flour Company for 32 years, traveling the rural South calling on many towns’ general stores. Like many Cracker Barrels today, the community general stores were more than just a place to purchase goods. They were a gathering place for folks to take a timeout from the chore-filled day to visit with a neighbor or two, exchange pleasantries or just talk about the weather.

Its “country store” model – which, by the way, is so repetitive you cannot judge one outlet from another – is a model which I find to be wearying: the collection at the front of the restaurant of wooden rocking chairs (all secured by coils), the oppressive masses of glitter and pure sugar confectionary within the entrance, the racks of cheap clothing, the customarily useless fireplace, the wall hangings of garage sale relics. In short, I consider it a small compliment to preserve the identity.

My conclusion is the same as that of the author:

Instead of focusing on winning over a new, younger audience, Cracker Barrel is now scrambling to win back its Maga base.

The decision of Cracker Barrel to abandon change is, in my opinion, reflective of the American psyche generally. And, no, I don’t mean that in a nice way. What disturbs me in particular is the attempt to revitalize what is historically an infected resource. Let me put it this way: reliving the plantation days is not exactly the most healthful way of advancing society; and, whether the Americans like it or not, youth have evolving motivations and manners of expression which are no longer chained to the past.

Though it may be nothing but a reflection of my inveterate smugness, I take inestimable pride in being a country lawyer and living in the country. I am only too willing – unprovoked – to share with others what I believe to be an extraordinarily happy circumstance. My elevation to this lauded status at the age of 27 years happened within 3 years of graduation from law school at Dalhousie University in Halifax, Nova Scotia in 1973, interrupted only by the necessity to fulfill my clerical articles with Messrs. Macdonald, Affleck, Barrs. &c., 100 Sparks St, Ottawa as mandated by the Law Society of Upper Canada then subsequently passing the bar exams at Osgoode Hall, 130 Queen Street West, Toronto (during which I smoothed the transition from urban to rural by having been appointed by Dean Charlie Lennox as a Don at Devonshire House, University of Toronto).

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When I say “a day with the endodontist” it was really just an hour. After a swiftly delivered and expertly rendered needle to freeze me, we were soon on to the surgery (or whatever it should properly be called). Naturally throughout the procedure I hadn’t a clue what the good doctor was confidently mumbling to his assistant (though I thought to have caught the phrase “a 14”). Only once did he speak to me, something about “we’ll take care of that later”. Then it was over and the bits and pieces were being removed from my mouth.

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On this dazzling summer morning while tricycling about the neighbourhood I approached an elderly woman walking with a ski pole on the sidewalk.  Even from a distance she exuded affability. We exchanged reciprocal greetings. In a hastily conceived resolve I slowed and careered my 3-wheeler closer to the edge of the sidewalk from which I blurted something in the nature of a general nod to the current atmosphere.  As unimaginative as it was, it was sufficient to draw us closer to one another for what followed as a highly amusing and decidedly instructive encounter.

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From Ronald Reagan’s boyish Wild West Hollywood cowboy image 40 years ago to Donald Trump’s privileged white male strongman concept today we find the American people are once again at odds to popularize a digestible national portrayal. For the moment however Trump has international appearance as a bully and a pouter. Nor does it help he has gone on record as been overtly lewd:

In the video, Trump described his attempt to seduce a married woman and indicated he might start kissing a woman that he and Bush were about to meet. He added, “I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. … Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.”

And, like the brat that he is, Trump attempted to deflect attention by saying that Hillary’s husband Bill Clinton had “said far worse to me on the golf course”.

In what can only be described as a surprise counter-attack and diversionary tactic, Trump has, by the limited and noticeably sketchy means of high school debating skills, taken exception to DEI (diversity, equality and inclusion) programs in the federal government.

The phrase “dangerous, demeaning, and immoral race- and sex-based preferences under the guise of so-called ‘diversity, equality, and inclusion (DEI)’” refers to a criticism of certain DEI programs, notably highlighted in President Trump’s January 2025 Executive Order, which argued that DEI initiatives could lead to illegal discrimination and undermine American values by favoring identity-based preferences over merit. This viewpoint frames DEI as a system that promotes division and unlawful preferences rather than true equality.

Key Arguments and Criticisms:

Violation of Civil Rights:
The core argument is that these DEI practices can infringe upon existing civil rights laws by promoting race- and sex-based preferences, which are seen as discriminatory.

Undermining American Values:
The phrase suggests that DEI policies contradict core American values such as hard work, excellence, and individual achievement, replacing them with an “identity-based spoils system”.

Perceived Inequity:
The criticism implies that instead of creating true fairness, DEI programs can lead to an unfair system where individuals are favored or disadvantaged based on their identity rather than their qualifications or merit.

In legal terms, to “hold an even hand” means that a trustee (that is, anyone in a position of confidence and reliability) must act impartially, treating all beneficiaries equally by balancing their interests, rather than favouring one over another

Redefining DEI policies as a violation of civil rights, undermining American values, perceived inequity or racism is in my opinion an inductive leap of the most preposterous and dangerous nature imaginable.  Barring specific mandates to favour one person over another for purely “cultural “ or so-called “woke” purposes or contrary to superiority of estimated talent or merit, and keeping in mind the underlying equity maxim governing all those in a position of trust to preserve an even hand, I find it an extraordinarily perverse and specious assertion to suggest DEI is somehow racist or anti-American.

Unquestionably there are limits upon any refrain, whether political, spiritual, athletic, religious or otherwise. In our common law legal system (which forms the foundation of law inherited from England in both Canada and the United States) the concept of equity has been long entrenched.

The law of equity is a distinct branch of law, originating in the English Court of Chancery, that provides remedies and principles of justice where the common law is too rigid or inflexible to offer a fair solution. It focuses on fairness, justice, and individual circumstances to provide remedies beyond monetary damages, such as injunctions and specific performance and to correct wrongs that common law cannot address. Equity serves as a moral corrective to the strictness of law and is applied by courts to ensure that justice is met, often when there is no adequate remedy at law.

If, in keeping with the high school debating vernacular, I were in opposition to the resolution of the government, my argument is that the concept of equity underlies the entire legal system, going back to the Court of Chancery which emerged to handle matters that were unfair or unjust under the existing common law system.

Attempts at fusing the Chancery with the common law courts began in the 1850s, and finally succeeded with the Supreme Court of Judicature Act 1873 and the Supreme Court of Judicature Act 1875, which dissolved the Chancery and created a new unified High Court of Justice, with the Chancery Division – one of five divisions of the High Court – succeeding the Court of Chancery as an equitable body.

In spite of the dubious vitality of the argument against DEI, there is no argument that it sits well with those who, not by nature of any legal entitlement but rather by virtue of perceived cultural entitlement, consider themselves iconic Americans who are deprived of the licence by DEI. This conclusion survives, not because of proof of violation of that allotment or prerogative, but because of the mere assertion of the privilege.

Seated on the balcony in the mounting noonday sun (on the inalterable and seemingly impenetrable black plastic armchair from Levi Home Hardware I so fawningly admire) – my eyes closed – I was lost somewhere in Greece on a small island in the Mediterranean, a sea of swaying green cornstalks with golden crowns before me, a refreshing azure river passing by and the clinging scent of the morning’s ablutions in the breeze. The radiancy of the sun was penetrating and dry. I contemplated an excursion. The evolving choice was homemade cinnamon buns (but no focaccia bread). I had called the bakery in Spencerville for certainty. That whimsical image vanished. The Ozempic is working.

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If, let us say, for renovation purposes you’ve ever folded back the wall of an old building, it is not uncommon or inconceivable to see an unanticipated collection of silverfish scurrying from exposure to renewed darkness and seeming invisibility. Like it or not it is a casualty of Nature that, contrary to the preference of the more “tolerable” and public components of society, there exists below the surface of even the most celebrated venues a thriving community of vermin, elements considered parasitic or despicable. I have heard it said that, so ingenious are these vermin, that forcing them from one resort only transfers them to another. As Mrs. Doreen Dougall knowingly commented years ago one sunny morning on the deck of her home on Ardenne Road in Kingston, Jamaica, one merely withstands a degree of occasional petty theft of necessities by the staff; it was part of the immutable and digestible character of subordinates, one which no amount of useless rhetoric or pontificating was ever likely to eradicate. Nor – more importantly – did the low level incrimination do anything whatever to contaminate the overall performance or expectation.

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There has been of late the germination of considerable money spent by the government (I’m guessing mostly provincial though possibly county and municipal as well) upon the improvement of local country roads – or, what may be more aptly identified as back roads, roads that are away from the regular passage of traffic, roads between the towns and villages of the county as opposed to highways or “ring roads” which by design sweep around the rural inhabitants. I am also speculating that the penchant of the residents of Lanark County to vote Conservative was a feature of this discernible generosity. I stagger to contemplate the total expenditure to accomplish these Olympic feats. It was this burgeoning enterprise (and related expropriation) years ago which forced the closure and removal of the Antrim Truck Stop nearby the Village of Antrim. The well known truck stop was on the 2-lane country road known as Hwy#17 now replaced for the majority of traffic by the parallel 4-lane highway appropriately called the 417.

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Never have I adopted the habit of regularly attending a coffee shop for coffee and correspondence. The nature of my frequency at local beaneries has always included a gastronomic element – customarily beyond sweet accessories – more plated meals. Historically – that is, every morning from 1976 (when I arrived in Almonte) to 1997 (when I had my precipitous open heart surgery), I broke the fast at the Superior Restaurant on Mill Street with another 5 regulars (who likewise ate a breakfast whether simple toast or bacon, eggs, toast and peanut butter as I did).

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One thousand times today during my routine automobile drive about the countryside, I had wanted to stop to take a photo.  The landscape was magnificent – capitalizing upon multiple shades of green which constituted the varying mantles of piquancy upon the whole. But as I flew by these spectacles of verdant imagery – going 100 Km/h in keeping with the posted signs – I hadn’t the privilege to pause my projection to take a photo. So, once again in line with a growing submission, I relented and asked my dear friend Hal at ChatGPT to create a suitable image that I might use in my piece. It is attached herewith.

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