They canceled summer. No beach no fireworks. They’ll stop corona deaths until the same number happen later. There will be no vaccine, treatment or cure. People are mad and they’ll get madder until they have riots that spread corona. Spike, lockdown, people get mad and they cancel fall. I support Black Lives Matter. And George Floyd led an admirable lifestyle. But no matter what, if you get in a time machine and come out in 50 years they’ll still be pissed off. On the other hand, there will still be corona. So let them march. But let me look at pelicans too. Puffy cunt cracks.
People call Trump Hitler. But Hitler- whose views I oppose- was good at his job. I used to think Trump was unbeatable. He’s a disconnected schmuck playing desperately to the 30% of the room that still needs him as a tuning fork for their paranoid self-pity. A feeling that’s entirely justified. But no one can defend him. They only say how hard he’s had it. The media. Congress, that ghoul Pelosi. Everyone’s against him–too bad bitch, everyone’s against me too. Even I’m not fucking up this bad.
Anyone could beat him unless they’re demented. Desperate for anything else until Biden steps up swollen eyes crimson as beets stammering out early REM lyrics, shaking a finger at the wrong camera. We’re fucked. Gonna be like this forever only worse. If they get a cure it won’t be Jonas Salk, it’ll be 30 grand a pop and make your kids hermaphrodites.
People want war. These riots aren’t a work like Charlottesville, the Civil War for fat people. Economics and wealth inequality have nothing to do with it. People want to kick someone’s ass. See someone hurt. I know cuz hardasses on the street want to hurt me. I can’t get a haircut. My poufy high volume hair is what’s bothering them. Has to be my fault somehow. The vibe I’m putting out. Neglecting my sobriety. Two twelve step programs and therapy now. It’s like smoking cigarettes, you can only add and never cut back. And none of these places have pussy.
Enough about me. This is a post about America. The day of the wolf is over. This is the day of the coyote. Small cunning packs that fragment and spread. The wolf was law and order. Tradition obedience and hierarchy. We honor the wolf because he’s dead. The coyote looks up from eating your trash to eyefuck you. He survives.
Isn’t that fuckin profound. Look I love America. I was in Thailand. You can’t vote. They’ll throw you in jail not just for badmouthing the king but also the military dictatorship he endorsed on pain of death. They were never colonized. Millennia of proud culture never under the yoke of the white man. They lose their shit over sitcoms where a guy gets hit in the nuts and you hear a slide whistle. Any other place in the world they’d throw me in jail for The Pussy. I’m a fuckin American. The Bill of Rights as sacred to me as the Big Book, another American invention. The day I got my gun, the day I became a Citizen. The day I put 400 rounds into an abandoned toilet in the desert I felt the hot lead form bald eagle talons that ripped apart a panda, whatever the symbol of Germany is and a maple leaf. AC/DC played. Because Australia is Alabama.
And they cancelled 4th of July. But it still sounds like they’re shelling the Somme outside. Because the Mexicans and Salvadorans aren’t having that shit. They’re celebrating this country. You love to see it.
delicioustacos 
Happy 4th, Tacos. Here’s to hoping you survive the collapse and are able to purchase some fat-titted 19 year old Asian girl for some cigarettes and beef jerky.
“and the sand-serpent
and all the other solitary wanderers
–prey of the chilled emptiness
of the Outlands
know the voiceless arcades
of your abandoned cities
and the blood-blossom baptism
staining the dream rooms
of turbulent, treacherous
bandits
who wrecked the poem of day and sky
with their hunger and contempt.
We, narrow with misery and despair–
moonshadows of the canyons,
the keepers of torn secrets,
have tasted ashes,
shivered on the shore of unknowing, and
built totems along the dead roads of the hills.
In arid exile,
crumbling under the bitter gaze of the moon,
in the entrenched shadows
where the missing is secreted away,
we–at this moment, still songs
in the lonely fields of memory–
recall the garden
where we lived.”
-Joseph S. Pulver Sr.,
I, Like the Coyote
I’m Australian and I went to Alabama in January and it seemed kinda more progressive than home.
that gives me great hope for Straya
insightful, brilliant, comedic, poignant, crisp and redefines manospheric genre. i was previously hooked on synthetic opioids, but now i just read delicious tacos dot com.
I was previously a hardcore Racist until found this beautiful blog and learned from its message of Love, Light and Kindness. Now when I see a black man I kneel and offer him my wallet cradled in the palms of my hands. Tacos taught me to go with the flow, to never swim against the current, to be on the correct side of history: the side of total submission.
Live, Love, Laugh. Namaste.
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So basically what you are saying is the protests are good?? I’m sorry but this post is ridiculous. Maybe next time they can knock on your door. Oh and those fireworks you think are so great?? Have you even thought about people with ptsd, and the pets? Do better next time
Yes, protests are “good” in that they “accelerate” our disgusting society towards collapse.
all his posts are ridiculous. it’s what gibs this blog enduring charm.
if they knock on deltacos’ door they’ll likely get welcomed with the business end of a certified pre-owned ruger.
yes fireworks are annoying on any day that is not a holiday. tasteful fireworks shows are appropriate on july 4th, and new years. people with ptsd and pets ought to live in the open countryside where there are no loud noises.
“And they cancelled 4th of July. But it still sounds like they’re shelling the Somme outside. Because the Mexicans and Salvadorans aren’t having that shit. They’re celebrating this country. You love to see it.”
Talked to my old downstairs neighbor in NYC awhile back.On July 4th, all the Dominicans in the nabe started setting off fireworks… and they haven’t stopped. Every night. Either they really like America, or else they don’t understand how July 4th works.
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