My Rum is Vodka!

There’s no art if there isn’t an audience. At most there’s someone playing with clay, letters, paint… or food. And my mother taught me to not play with food.

Blasphemy? I shit on the cross.

I hate pineapple pizza but this chef missed what cooking is about: satisfaction. And if pineapple pizza satisfies someone out there, it’s the chef’s duty to do it.

They’ll be soon black/pink/lavender/green-washing their corporations’ images, again. Just like they did before Trump. And anyone falling for it is a sucker, and deserves to be treated as one.