Lovely, iddint it…and yet here we estamos otra tiempo on the Internet making crap up the Internet that will turn miraculously turn into the indisputable truth upon the clicking of ‘post’. As we know, computers don’t lie. Don’t believe me? Google it. Google computers lie too. Computers lie. Mira what I’m getting at. aqui. Powerful stuff this computing omnipotence equalamemte our impotence before them.
A couple postings back rocked this power to its logical ecclesiastical extreme, pronouncing, not unlike a computer God, how the Internet is heaven-sent eternal life in byte-sized chunks, what with these spiels surviving me and living forever. (You’re welcome Facebook for taking my annunciation doctrine and running with it.)
And thank you too fifty shades of grey lady Ms. NY Times for running a Sunday edition, week last times two, casting online commenters, twitters and all other opinionated occupants of the unauthorized (read corporate) Internets into a kind of op-ed hell. At last count, 4-5 pieces in three separate sections addressed these demonic behaviors; condemning every last practitioner of the dark art of opining, stirring loyal readers greying anxiety embers, yet again.
What torture both social psych PhDs and J-school reporters reported to both dish out and endure upon this global electro-info communication sphere – which they neglects to remind us is free to not use, and as of this writing not one single person has died due to lackof use then again I bet it you Google this you’d get any answer you wanted – but because we pay for it I suppose we are supposed to suppose this entitles One Nation Under Google all them protections guaranteed by the Constitution and/or Bill of Rights.
Mi dos pesos: seeking virtual S&M? Why not go see, listen to or read 50SofG?
IMO: Yo tengo as much truck con warning labels as 2-Live Crew.
So let’s make congress to make better use of our tax dollars so the men and women of The Hill can get on to the real biz of PAC bargains by jump-starting self-censorship and designing our own warning labels, especially if like it do for 2-Live Crew = guaranteed gold.
And here’s mi warning label that’s gonna spin some mi peligroso bloggin’ salsa into gold:
And here’s the recipe for that there salsa free for you to exploit so long as you print out and slap on the above warning label…for the children…
How “As Nasty As It Wants To Be Salsa Picante: Hunter Var.” Gets Made (and you get rico)
(Same as Kojak only fruitier and brighter; just like Hunter)
The Batch Size
2 cup = avg med hot sauce bottle
The dry/smoked whole chile peppers:
1 – Ancho
2 – Pasilla Negro
3 – Guajillo
3 – Pulla
3 – Japones
4 – Arbol
1 clove of minced/smushed garlic
pinch of Mexican oregano
2 cups water
salt to taste
- Seed and stem peppers (I did this under running cold water. sorta works)
- Skillet roast at medio heat 5 minutes or so
- Transfer bowl, cover with hot water. Cover bowl
- Soak peppers for an episode of Hunter
So consider yourself as warned as London on side 1 of ITANOMTHUB y brew up a batch of ANAIWTBSPHv, douse something liberally with it
…crack open a cerveza, drop the needle on your nastiest vinyl, throw the munch, slurp, repeat.