It’s Nacho Democracy

Every single day that I wake up on this Earth, I am slapped in the face by a new interpretation of a word, the definition of which I was convinced we had already established. You are also being slapped by this, but you’re slapped so often with New Terrifying Information, you’ve been conditioned not to notice anymore (or perhaps not to care). But you must notice! You must care!

I don’t blame you for the information slaps you are paying attention to. The fires in Sicily, the active repeal of Women’s rights, the aliens, the book bans, the strikes, the climate and Mitch McConnell shitting himself on live TV are important things and I commend you for giving them your attention. But friend, there is fuckery about that you must also pay attention to! You see, we are spiraling into a place of madness where words no longer have meaning.

How do I know this is happening? Nachos.

The nacho-serving establishments of the United States of America have completely disregarded what is inferred by the word nachos. At some point, they all decided that it was their prerogative to ~interpret~ nachos instead of allowing nachos to exist as defined. This is happening right in front of our faces!

Two weeks ago, I ordered nachos at a restaurant on South Street in Seaport. They were served to me vertically and in a large cone. Why? Because God gives his…