NOTHING REMARKABLE, AT LENGTH

What's good about today, Tuesday March 3, 2015, is that sometime after eight I shall head across the Golden Gate to Marin, and will therefore have neither the opportunity nor the temptation to listen Netanyahu gabwaffle before a room filled with fundamentalist Christians from Inbredistan.
Errm, I mean, the prime-minister of Israel -- who represents ALL the Jews, both the living and the dead, and all those who ever will be, much like the crowd that stood before Sinai when Moshe Rabbeinu had a temper tantrum on the way to the Holy Land -- speaking to the Republicans at Congress.

Orgasms all around for the fans.


But be that as it may.

Marin County is where the real America starts. The America of very bad food. Alleviated, sometimes, by items that actually taste good and don't have a wonderbread texture.

I recently acquired a bottle Sriracha hotsauce to keep in the refrigerator at work. It feels almighty lonely in there, surrounded by ketchup and ancient mayonnaise.

I wonder what the local Mexicans eat; there are tons of them, doing the useful stuff that Marinites can't do themselves. They must be starving.
Perhaps they have a hidden neighborhood filled with taquerias.
"Welcome to mi pueblo, don't tell the Gringos about this place."
"They think this is where leaf-blowers come to die."
"And would be horrified at our food."
"Which is not Vegan."
"Nor hip."

The four nearest vendors of arguably edible substances are, in order of proximity: Seven Eleven. MacDonalds. The fridge at the Valero gas station. In-n-out Burgers.


This is where the real America starts.


Flavourless. Potsmoking. Vegan, or gluten-phobic. Auras, karma, tofu. Anti-vax. Soft and spongy. Special. Full-breasted. Lawns. Skin creme. Cell-phones. Koch Brothers Pipe-line. Sweet mixed drinks. Chicken chains. Dollar dances. Tires. Budweiser. Jello shots. Syphilis. Chewing gum. Jagermeister. Vodka. Chevrolet. Walmart. Leftover pizza.
A profound fear of yoghurt, rice, and curry.
A selection of fatty snacks instead.
Ms. Andrea Shea King.
Choleria & bile.
Jesus.



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