More tacos good, love bugs bad

Not sure how I wound up slogging slack-jawed through the Egopedist’s post pegged to “Tomatoland,” but I clicked away feeling as if I had just watched him not just dissing a waiter for wearing a bad toup but pissing all over the table. What kind of narcissist could helicopter into one of the most horrific farm-crime scenes in America and buzz right out blissfully blogging about his next high-end adventures? Thank the nightshade gods the barely unenslaved tomato pickers do not have access to the series of tubes. I’m sure they would totally appreciate the idea that “one needs a little downtime, after all.” Jeebus. And people mock his Spain fellow traveler?