Hey there, Mr. Modelo,
I really don't follow your posts on a regular basis, although you're "bookmarked" on my browser.
Read your post "The Iron Cheer of Empire" tonight, and will comment with the following:
You gave up, huh? Moved to your perceived land of milk and honey, and now you've found it in yourself (between Modelos) to try and convince me that I'm a piece of shit for staying in the Motherland, trying to better myself in my company so I have a job next year, and the 15 years after that, while worrying my fucking head off every day about the economy, while you can walk down your alley and buy rooster sperm eggs, tacos and local produce, then stroll past the locals as they sit on their front porches each night and discuss with their friends how the made the right choice buying their wares that day.
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