Burger King — Restaurant in Wisconsin Rapids

A graffiti that went up in Place de la Nation during the Mayday demonstration last year stated: "There will be no presidential election”. It suffices to project ourselves ahead to the day after the final round of the election to grasp what’s prophetic in this tag: whatever happens, the new president will be as much a puppet as the current one, the legitimacy of their governance will be just as lacking, just as minoritarian and impotent. This fact isn’t solely due to the extreme withering of politics—to the fact that it has become impossible to believe honestly in all that is done and said there—but is likewise due to the fact that politics is a derisory means of confronting the depth of the current disaster.

What can politics and its proclamatory universe do when confronted by the concomitant collapse of ecosystems and subjectivities, of the wage society and the global geopolitical order, the meaning of life and the meaning of words? Nothing. It only adds to the disaster. There is no "solution” to the disaster we’re going through. To think in terms of problems and solutions is only one more aspect of this disaster, a way of safeguarding us from any serious questioning. What’s called into question by the current state of the world is not merely a political system or a certain form of social organization but a whole civilization, that is to say, ourselves, our ways of living, of being, of relating and thinking.

The buffoons who mount their platforms to boast of the “solutions” they’ll be strong enough to enact once elected are only pandering to our need for illusion, our need to believe that some kind of decisive change exists that would spare us, and spare us above all from the need to fight. All the “revolutions” that they promise us are only there so that we may avoid changing who we are, to relieve us of any physical or existential risk. They’re candidates for the deepening of the catastrophe. Seen in this light, it would seem that for some people the need for illusion is...

I used to love coming here for lunch but lately I have noticed a drastic decline in quality and service. The cashiers now are almost always rude and when I catch a mistake in billing he refused to fix it. The cashier just lied and said they no longer offered that promotion when it was clearly advertised everywhere. When i told him to ask someone he lied again and said no one knew if it was still available. I had to park my car, go in the restaurant, and talk to the manager in order to get the billing corrected. The food seems to never be thrown out and just sits under the lamp all day. I ordered a couple of chicken sandwiches and they were so dry they were inedible. They looked as if someone mummified it. I was starving and tried to eat it anyways and felt physically sick the next day. The fries here taste disgusting and I doubt they ever clean the fryer. I can go on about the lack of quality here. I think its best to save your time and money by just skipping this place and eat...

Very displeased with the service I was given. I ordered the Royal Spicy Crispy Chicken and a Whopper off the broiler. The chicken was plain, no spicy whatsoever, the whopper ice cold. I go in and ask for my food to be remade. Meanwhile there’s two ladies in the kitchen arguing and and the guy up front was complaining that he wasn’t supposed to be there bc someone walked out. I was told to wait 6 minutes for the chicken bc that’s how long it takes to cook, yet they gave me a new whopper off the broiler which was STILL ice cold, finally got my spicy chicken sandwich, but noticed the container of red sauce the lady was putting on my sandwich was empty. did she think that just bc she’s out that means don’t put any on the sandwich? No I paid for the spicy crispy chicken and I’m gonna get what I paid for. If you’re out of sauce put up a sign. never coming...