Eat More, Think Less.


I was looking at my soda cup from Taco Bell . . . Well, let me be more accurate. I ate Taco Bell and afterwards had this overcoming feeling of guilt. Guilt worse than letting a broad suck me off at noon then letting a different one suck it at midnight without showering in-between. Anyway, as a human, you know, I felt full after I'd eaten, and it seemed like the food I had just taken in had done its job, but I couldn't help but feel like I had done something wrong. So, I was looking at what was left of my trip to Taco Bell: the soda cup, and actually read their 'Fourth Meal' advertisement on the side, which I guess is supposed to instill the idea that many people need "The Meal Between Dinner And Breakfast." Ya know, seriously. On the side of the cup it says that.

Bang-up job on the ad campaign, there, assholes. Seems there were some bigwigs in head office who have been visiting third-world countries as of late and haven't taken a look around whatever city they actually live in, because if they had, more miscellaneous food products taken in by society is not what people need. Or, maybe, just maybe, the bigwigs were thinking of an advertisement to sell shittier product to make their pockets fatter as well as society . . . Yea, I'm going with #2.

Jesus Christ. We'll forget about the E. coli outbreak in November '06, because really, when a company uses product from slave farm laborers, I would assume your expectations should automatically be lowered about what you're consuming, because, duh, 'Value Menu' is simply a mitigating sign since it can't say, 'What We Can Afford To Reasonably Charge You Based On What We Paid For The Substance.'

In addition, I would stick it to my employer in some way as well if I had gotten the shaft on what I expected to get for my services, i.e., the Immokalee tomato pickers. So all you people in Philadelphia, New York, and Jersey who got sick, tough shit, which is likely what you ate.

This is more about Taco Hell's pushing more of that crap down our throats and the unfortunate fact that the CDC and U.S. Food and Drug Administration CAN step in if the meat is lower than USDA Utility, Cutter, or Canner quality (basically the worst hotdog you've ever eaten,) but CANNOT poke the obese in the eye and intervene.

Now, I would like to think that if nothing else, will power would come into play at midnight when you're hungry and make you not take the excursion to the drive-thru---albeit the pleasuring experience that is in itself with the guy who speaks through what sounds like a cone---and maybe have an apple settle your tummy before you lie down for seven hours instead of beef-like entrails and cinnamon twists.

In my world, the apple is the choice you make. Indeed. Because in my world, we don't succumb to corporate brainwashing such as Taco Hell practically saying to our faces, "Eating $8 worth of our food right before bedtime is a sound decision."

Fuck you, Taco Bell and your fuckwad moguls who eat prime rib every night yet want to feed us a fourth spoonful of shit. Kiss my dick. And take that Baja flavor of Mountain Dew you offer and treat it like a freshly-shaved, nail-clipped, lubed gerbil.

Thinking about it more makes me wonder how intense a clown could twist your necks if only your vertebrae had the flexibility of balloon animals, you greedy, corporate whores. Here --->

Here's what I think happened in the conference room to make this 'fourth meal' come to be.





Twenty minutes later . . .


And what the hell is Taco Bell doing being open 'til 2:00a.m. anyway? KFC closes at 10:00p.m. and they're the same corporation! All that does is suggest that Mexicans eat late but Black people are early risers. What-the-fuck-ever.

In any case, I'm never eating at Taco Bell again, and not just because the food is microwaved pig shit spiced with the sweet sweat of immigrant labor, but simply because they are trying push something on us that we don't need. Seriously, the "Fourth Meal" ad isn't anything different than spam appearing in your inbox or a Bible thumper coming to your workplace and claiming you can stay out of Hell for the low-low price of $29.99.

Fuck you and die slowly.

Z.
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