Cracker Barrel, Communism, and the Traditions That Truly Matter

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I like pancakes as much as the next person. In fact, I like them better when I can order them alongside meatloaf and mashed potatoes at 1:30 in the afternoon while buying a Kenny Rogers CD (for a CD player I haven’t had in a decade) in the gift shop. That, my friends, is one of the privileges of being an American.

But let me be clear: I could not care less what the Cracker Barrel logo looks like.

I do not pledge allegiance to a restaurant chain. When the great brew-ha-ha erupted over their rebrand, I felt exactly zero strong feelings of fealty to the CB. My first instinct was amusement. Pop the popcorn, let’s watch another elitist CEO Bud Light an American institution. Play dumb games and all…

And yet—go hardcore trad-home-cooking enthusiasts! I salute you. You who rush in to defend musty, dusty wood paneling and rocking chairs on porches. You who understand that a place where you can eat dumplings by a fake fireplace is, at the very least, uniquely American.

I am tickled tinker toys and taffy for the tide to be changing away from the incessant need to unnecessarily ruin good things.

But I don’t need to canonize Cracker Barrel to see the irony. We’ve spent years bulldozing away cultural touchstones.

RIP Uncle Ben. Pour one out for Aunt Jemima. Wave farewell to the Washington Redskins. All gone too soon, erased in the name of “progress,” which usually just means suckifying society by erasing any signs of history, heritage, or tradition.

Pancakes vs. Politics

Isn’t it something, though, how aggressively Cracker Barrel was wrestled into submission? All that fury, all those think-pieces, all that performative pearl-clutching — over a logo? Over a rebrand?  Over an Old Timer getting tossed from a menu. I mean, I’m not mad…burn it all down as declaration and deterrent.  It sure worked, didn’t it?! The company bent the knee faster than you can say “extra biscuits, please.”

But meanwhile, the traditions we should be dying on the hill for barely register a shrug. Case in point: New York City rushing to elect Mamdani and his crew of Democratic Socialists into real, actual political power. That’s not a logo. That’s not syrup branding. That’s not nostalgia. That’s the tried-and-true tradition-killer of Communism, strutting right into America’s biggest city with barely a raised eyebrow.

How does the Old Timer on a Cracker Barrel menu get more reverence than the values that actually keep us free and safe — faith, family, ordered liberty, moral restraint, common sense?

When did we decide to fight over pancakes but not over whether our kids inherit America or Russia-lite with government grocery stores provided by the ” Globalize the Intifada” beta?

That’s the tragedy and the absurdity rolled together. The culture warriors on one side will storm the battlefield for Aunt Jemima, Uncle Ben, or the rocking chair in Cracker Barrel’s foyer. But when it comes to preserving the traditions that guard freedom, the ones that tether us to truth instead of tyranny? The other side offers silence and shrugs, or worse–hearty hoorahs for their new comrade.

Logos don’t topple nations. Communism does.

We live in a bizarre age where the things we cling to and the things we toss out are often inversely proportional to their true value.

People will march and sign petitions over stinking beer brand ambassadors, but yawn at the erosion of religious freedom, parental rights, or the basic definition of family. We’ll throw the country into a meltdown over what a stupid font looks like, but shrug when our kids can’t recite the Bill of Rights or the Lord’s Prayer.

Traditions that matter little but spark enormous outrage on one end. On the other end: traditions that matter eternally dismissed as outdated, oppressive, or bigoted (marriage, family, faith, freedom).

So, keep your midday pancakes, America. Keep your rocking chairs and Kenny Rogers CDs. Throw in a sweater with sailboats while you’re at it! I’ll chuckle at your logo wars from the sidelines.

But may we also relearn how to fight for the deeper traditions—the ones that give life shape, faith roots, and families strength.

Because I promise you this: Communism doesn’t care what the Cracker Barrel logo looks like.

If we aren’t careful, we will be reminiscing about the “good ‘ol days” when we showed the bougie Cracker Barrel lady the business end of…well, business–while standing in the breadline.