A far-right conspiracy theorist turned high-ranking official at the US Federal Emergency Management Agency (Fema) claims to have once teleported to a Waffle House.
Gregg Phillips, who in December was appointed to lead Fema’s office of response and recovery, has spoken on “multiple podcasts” about being teleported against his will, CNN reported on Friday.
On a January 2025 podcast appearance, Phillips claimed that his car was “lifted up” while he was driving and transported 40 miles (65km) away into a ditch near a church. And in another instance on the same episode, Phillips said he was teleported 50 miles away to a Waffle House in Rome, Georgia, CNN detailed in a deep dive into Phillips’ past public statements.
“I was with my boys one time, and I was telling them I was gonna go to Waffle House and get Waffle House. And I ended up at a Waffle House – this was in Georgia, and I end up at a Waffle House like 50 miles away from where I was,” Phillips said on the podcast Onward, co-hosted by rightwing activist Catherine Engelbrecht.
But Phillips did warn about the dangers of teleportation.
“Teleporting is no fun,” he said “You know it’s happening, but you can’t do anything about it, and so you just go, you just go with the ride. And wow, what just an incredible adventure it all was.”
My dad was an alcoholic for fifty years. Learn to recognize the signs. Teleporting to a Waffle House is a big one.
For those of you Internet folks who do not know about the Awful Waffle…the waffle house is a magical restaurant that exists in the South to primarily help the government estimate how bad hurricane damage has effected the local community. As a side benefit, it also serves as a place to cure hangovers with greasy food and mediocre coffee.
And we love them for it.
There is no problem in your life that doesn’t seem smaller when you walk into a Waffle House. For some, it’s the comfort food. For others, the object lessons.
And for the rest of us, it’s watching others arrive at the Waffle House and have them make the worst possible decisions in their entire life in the parking lot, for some reason.
I think those are part of the “object lessons” curriculum.
I’m desperate for some scattered and smothered has browns now, but I’m in Wyoming. Thank goodness for teleportation.
Scattered smothered covered chunked and topped!
Once I took my wife, then girlfriend, to a Waffle House. She ordered a BLT and hash browns.
They gave her an odd look, but acquiesced. A short while later, they brought out a serving of hash browns into which they had mixed bacon, lettuce, and tomato.
That doesn’t sound like the Waffle House I know.
Dunno what to tell you.
Depending on where you are in Wyoming, we have them down here in Colorado. Looks like closest to you might be Fort Collins.