Delicious Tacos by Doug Stoothoff

Everything in the world is about sex
Except sex
Sex is about crying
And every girl is up to their neck
In directness
Unless they are of course lying

And so, in sum while they were greasing their pistons
I was learning to numb and develop self-reliance
If we're getting real
Basically the deal
Is it's impossible to heal
While immersed in a system
That depends on your unhealed compliance

A pizza had claimed my last dime
Just filling the air with pith
Does not a killing make
To bankroll my range rover
I was celebrating with
Coke light and a red bloodcell cake
One slice at a time
When the gnomes have started blackpilling
It's so over

Though my spare time was fleeting
I pondered the unspoken word
The true family heirloom
Is unlimited approach vectors
But how to keep the board of directors in line
The surest way was to brandish a gun
We were standing in the cabled corridors
And by way of being groomed I heard
The meeting's purpose
One day son all this attack surface will be yours

I wandered out further
Looking for a source of disgrunt
Like a hobo without the word murder in front

Not to cause a major tear
But why did they call anti-AI people doomers
When Yuddite was right there

I know some of you view this
With a certain amount of dread
But some day in Vegas
I will be able to play blackjack
Inside of a giant JD Vance head
The organizational patterns of society will alter
My faith in this never falters
So you all just get with the program instead

I'm not saying I'm perfection, you see
Without getting too Orwellian
I'm not really trying to start a national rebellion
But I think one can say that reality management
Is currently dogshit directionally
Without being too Machiavellian

Upon somber reflection
De-leveling has consequences in all directions
We are the sons of the jimmies you couldn't kimmel
I really wish I'd learned better how to dribble
But at least Con-Agra is making better kibble
My joints can consequently make better genuflections

My friend-group of doomers were discussing
The bifurcation of the Western consumer
Getting lost in the woods
About the upcoming decade of luxury goods
Private offline tasteful
And generally asinine and wasteful

I said you are so brave for being alive brother
Joe was sitting in the epicenter watching Sally Struthers
We all have to find our memetic barycenter one way or another

He started in on his polemic
As I started to unwind
The closer you are to perfect competition dynamic
The more the machine owns you
If Moloch runs the show
Only monopolies can be kind
And I said bollocks, Joe
Is it that only that monopolies
Have the luxury to pretend
With people repeatedly acting dumb
They ruled competition be positive sum
Your carping is making me practically numb
And I felt that his shilling of conceptual rinds
Was going to make me bulimic in the end

I think that you should know
The stark truth from the outset
The boob toob once had fuel for my get up and go
But I was being radicalized and now I have no outlet

On one of my trips to market
I got a good look at the provending lass
She was a big Proud Mary
Or maybe her sister
She snarled don’t come to my apothecary
Taking big ass sips of elixir

I was staring at this head archimandrite Karen
And said I don't mean to be rude
Nor too clever by half
But Marxism's golden calf
Was exalting the sour grapes attitude
To be direct with you
The blessing of democracy, though a myth
Was the coruscating halo effect
Of spreading cordial politeness
Between wildly different people as if
It were actually true

I said is there a mister ogynist?
I'd be much more comfortable speaking to him

She gave me a particularly sour look
Which raised the alert level from
Wow things sure seem bad to
Uh oh I recognize this one from the textbook

She said everybody wants to be Gen-X
Until it's time to do Gen-X shit
In the background was blaring Arsenic and Old Lace
I was told, as she cut off the mold
Cheese that doesn't actually kill you
Is exponentially improved just short of doing so
That's how cheese started in the first place

And I knew we were really singing in the rain again
When society moved past the need for physical Albanians

Upon my return
Our infosec person said while operating his backhoe
Speculative execution is the new tobacco
My break beckons with delicious tacos
I don't yet have a solution
But I'll soon get back though

He went on to say in the main
I have to tell you
Things are going just fine
I'm terribly glad to be here
Linkedin techbrain
Is the authoritarian high modernist idea
That if I'm getting rich I must be creating value
Both a cause and symptom of civilizational decline

Back in the corner office
From my elevated station
And enjoying the clear visibility
I was watching the circling vultures
It occurred that their wicked cancellation
Is our glorious accountability culture
And just between me and you
Much depends on one's own point of view

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