The Taos Pueblo

The Taos Pueblo is a squalid stone age adobe housing project dreamed up by the Pueblo Indians, one of the more dreary of all the
lackluster "American" aborigine tribal dirt-dwellers, and dreamed up about a thousand years ago, onto which they daub new mud every once in a while and construct a new stick ladder every once in a while to get from one floor to the other. It is IMPOSSIBLE to find on the internet a photograph of the place that shows it like it really is: a mud apartment condo. Every photo available portrays this "scenic, sunlit artistic" wall of red mud so that it looks like a postcard of a place where life is perfect and the skies are not cloudy all day. But you ought to see what surrounds this out-of-code apartment house. It is a wilderness of dust, ugly dogs, and twigs. There isn't an inch of pavement anywhere within the extended Tiajuana-grade slum that extends all around the place for a quarter mile in every direction. You need a fucking Abrams tank to negotiate the terrain. It is like being within a Muslim backwater without the camels. There ain't a fucking tree or bush or flower to be seen. It's like a dirt farm in a Mexican arroyo. They don't even have chckens running around, unlike the Mexicans; that would take too much energy to chase them for the cooking pot. And Indians do not move fast. That is how they were defeated with only 00001% of the American military being pitted against them. They are A BIT SLUGGISH. They ain't what you would call A PEPPY PEOPLE these Pueblo Indians. It isn't likely they did their fighting with too much energy or vigor. They pro'bly used as much energy and vigor as they have been using on property development and upgrades. None. The American Army pro'bly only sent out the women and children from the forts to conquer them. And they ain't changed too much up to today. They were, what, conquered as a people a hundred and fifty years ago?....I don't think they have even noticed. Anyway, the Pueblo in Taos, the famous Idiot Tourist attraction, looks NOTHING like it does in the photos. And I searched and searched to find the most lackluster photo I could find and it still makes the shithole look like glistening Las Vegas compared to the hellish reality. There can't be any privacy in this above-ground dungeon, all the girls have probably been fucked by every drunken male and half the drunken females 20 times by the time she hits puberty. EVERYONE looks depressed as fucking hell. Even the ugly dogs are listless. They're pro'bly drunk like the adults. So you go wandering around this pestilence filled poverty sump and you find yourself wondering where these white people "so in love with the Indian" get all this wondrous inspiration from by contemplating these drooling hobos. These white fuckheads get all this "spiritual nourishment" from gazing upon these siesta-prone, clinically depressed automatons, they must be pretty depressed themselves if contemplating the Pueblo Indians snaps them into life and enthusiasm. All it does for me is makes me want to blow my brains out. Actually it makes me want to blow THEIR brains out, haul out the bodies by the heels, and then sell the place to Best Western and get some fucking decent use out of it. Holy mother fucking shit. These goddamn redskins are one lazy race of useless, meaningless, lost, bewildered, falling-down-fucking-drunk motherfuckers. There ain't a braincell of awareness among 'em in the whole North American Continent. If you think I'm being mean, go to the Taos Pueblo and try not to come out of there pissed with hellfire and brimstone that these blanket-makers and earring benders are considered a race of superbeings by dumbass new-age white people. They ain't. They are drunken, dirty, stoneage walking museum artifacts. At least put signs on them Dept. of the Interior people so that when we snap their stupid pictures we can identify them as to species and phylum and varieties and genus for our Ancient Anthropology notebooks.