Love and tacos

Remember when RWNJs were screeching that if Hillary Clinton won the 2016 election, we’d end up with taco trucks on every corner? Like that was a bad thing?

I don’t know how she didn’t win on that alone. But tacos are back in the news. Or, more specifically, TACO trades.

The term, coined by Financial Times writer Robert Armstrong is how Wall Street is referring to how the Kleptocrat’s “policy” on tariffs causes extraordinary ups and downs in the market. TACO stands for “T[he Kleptocrat] Always Chickens Out.” So, if you don’t like a tariff, just wait 10 minutes; he’ll back down.

(I don’t know how it took anyone longer than 10 minutes to figure out that he’d behave this way. I mean—it’s exactly his MO for his entire life: he blusters and as soon as there’s pushback, he folds like a cheap lawn chair.)

When a reporter asked him about it earlier this week, he got big mad. Quel surprise.

At any rate, in honor of the culture of tacos, guacamole, tequila and fried ice cream, today’s earworm is “Los Laurales”, from Linda Ronstadt’s Canciones de mi Padre album. It’s a love song about how the man to whom it’s addressed doesn’t seem to be committing, but it somehow ends up by saying that women are the downfall of me.

Which seems to cover all perspectives.

Here she is performing it with Mariachi Vargas.

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