Oh, no, Obamacare claims another victim:
“I probably could keep Chester Cab Pizza going for a while more. But when I see the mandates that businesses will be required to comply with by 2014, I figure those would be the mandates that would break the camel’s back. So why wait, my work is done. Why delay the inevitable?”
“There’s a perfect storm brewing, involving a number of factors. There are higher fuel and food costs (due to mid-west droughts and corn ethanol mandates), higher labor and health care requirements, and a hostile New York State business environment. With high unemployment and U.S. Labor salaries being stagnant, I did not feel we could push the prices to the customer any higher.”
“It just seems to be the right time to shut it down and say good-bye to my customers and employees and thank them.”
You’d think he was going out of business, but actually he sold the place to one of his managers, probably at a profit.
This guy is a serial Galtian douche – last year he replaced the front page of another restaurant he owned with a long rant about union thuggery. The real story was that he rehabbed a restaurant that was located in a special taxation district where property taxes were greatly reduced as long as you did all your work with “prevailing wage” contractors, which in practice turn out to be union. He didn’t want to pay those wages, so he hired his own contractors, and when the unions turned him in, he cried just like a little girl.
The protagonist in Atlas Shrugged was selling something nobody else had, a special metal that was the product of his ubermensch intellect and sweat of his brow. Papa John and this local douche are selling pizza. Anyone with enough money to rent an storefront, pay minimum wage teenagers and buy the cheapest rubbery cheese available can open a pizza place. Please, you whiny fucks, deprive us of your productivity. Maybe the type II diabetics in your neighborhood will stave off amputation for a few more years without your greasy pies.