Trump’s Hated ‘TACO’ Nickname Is Catching On
Trump’s Hated ‘TACO’ Nickname Is Catching On
June 14: No Kings Day becomes a national holiday. The national celebratory dish: Tacos.
We can make it a tradition where the person serving the Tacos dresses up like a chicken runs to an Effigy of Trump and the party bawks like a chicken at it for good luck and long health.
I mean, come on. Can you honestly say I’m wrong?
Tomorrow, you’re all going to wake up and do the exact same thing. Check the headlines. React leftily. Complain into the void for a minute. Then log into social media and start dodging, blocking every right-wing group pumping out daily content. Nonstop memes, anti-COVID hot takes, “lefty tears” nonsense, trans jokes, Joe Rogan clips, cancel culture rants, just a constant churn of engagement bait, and it works.
You’ll bounce between platforms, curating a safe feed. Facebook’s a mess, Reddit’s fucked, Lemmy’s a small last stand. You read this week’s posts of the moment while barely remembering the four that got quietly dropped last month. You gasp at what the right is getting away with again.
But do nothing. No counter-content. No message discipline. You won’t organize, and you won’t create. Meanwhile, the right is expanding their media machine building, posting, podcasting, meme-ing, shaping narratives for millions.
Then it’s off to work, where your coworkers are proudly sharing the same memes you tried to scrub from your timeline this morning. And when it’s all said and done? You’ll go to bed, wake up, and do it again the next day.
Can you honestly say I’m wrong?
Yes. Now give us another 6 paragraphs of whinging
How many more this time? Are you winning yet?
You fucks with quit before you even get started. Just knee capping yourselves every chance. As a group, you’re all fucked