That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 10, 2024

“Yes, it tastes pretty harsh. But it might be quite enjoyable if you but some syrup, crushed ice, salt the rim, and suck on a lime wedge before you drink it.”

/// To the throne of a great Toltec King,

a young girl and her two parents bring

a new drink which they’d poured

into Xóchitl’s gourd.

It’s called “Pulque,” a liquor with zing.

“I ordered a low foam, half decaf, oat milk cappuccino!”

well a partial eclipse ought to count so something, right chief?

Sire, FedEx just delivered this bird nest containing an egg and a bullet. It’s a Sicilian message. It means Luca Brasi is sleeping in the chicken coop again.

She’s from the tribe Concubine All the males had sex changes because they were jealous of how much you could get with just a smile and the turn of an ankle.

The king of Toltec Tula, it is said,

Took pulque, and then Xóchitl to wed.

But the maguey plant was long much known

To secrete a sap and for this was grown.

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It was observed that animals liked the taste;

And not allowing such a thing to go to waste,

Consumption by men (to women taboo)

Took hold as a ritualistic brew.

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Eventually the sole sacred usage faded

And the drunken aspect of it pervaded.

The drink known as pulque thus came to be

Part of Mesoamerican economy.

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Other beverages have since taken its place,

Notably did beer and wine and tequila outpace.

In all times and cultures, it would seem,

Fermentation for alcohol is a meme!

What Ishmael wrote last night was the following:

He’s Toltec whose name I can’t spell/

But the beverage she’s brought augurs well:/

If she’s not sacrificed/

she can thank Jesus Christ/

but of course she is now scared of hell..///

in the old days they weren’t very smart/

For their gods they’d have cut out her heart:/

(An act of poor taste-/

and a criminal waste/

of a popular private part…)

It just seems a bit excessive to just pay a parking ticket

I’m a little sort on cash to pay my taxes, but I have a couple of extra really good concubines……..

The fate of more than one nation/

Was decided by fermentation:/

Whether honey or grain/

When it goes to the brain/

Alcohol can compete with “inflation “..///

There’s even still current debate/

As to which saying carries more weight:/

“In vino veritas”(in wine there is truth)/

Or “Vox populi, Vox dei” (the voice of the people is the voice of the gods”).

Either one may destroy a state.

Since her voice was a little pitchy, she doesn’t qualify for the next round, but hey, I will make her a human sacrifice. HOORAY!

She may be the Toltec equivalent of Monica Lewinsky. How would we know?

We are offering these gifts in humble tribute, Your Imperial Highness, but if you would rather have the girl, that is perfectly fine as well

Worst stage set and cardboard throne canopy ever!!

“Yes, Your Highness. We do agree that yours is, in fact, the fanciest chair in all the lands.”

“We think this is just the right chaser after that shot of Jose Cuervo”.

The judge eyed the defendants sternly. “Pot is still illegal in this jurisdiction,” he said.

[From the guy on the right, feather in cap, pointing to his right and chatting with the guy on his left]: “I can’t wait to see what the topless nursing mother is going to offer in tribute! I’m his official food taster!”

King: That does it. I’m going to put walls on this outhouse. I can’t get any privacy.

Well, a little sherry is what I enjoy…………

Of all the Mexican dreck/

That litters my brain (it’s a wreck!)/

The one that remains/

(Like my knee when it rains)/

Is the fight at Chapultepec..///

Though I cannot recall which side won/

I know when the battle was done/

There were numerous dead/

And the losing side fled:/

Yet a Mexican married my son.///

I have visited Cozumel/

And of Cancun and Cabo heard tell/

My few words of Spanish/

Are destined to vanish/

And my grandson will lose his, as well…///

If our species should chance to survive/

(Though the autocrats plot and connive)/

No one’s skin will be prized-/

We’ll be homogenized !/

But that old Inca drink will survive..

Nuthin makes you blink like a kinky Inca drink in the mor-ornin’…(Aztec, Toltec, Inca- what do I know?)

My ancestry is European:/

They came here from religion a-fleein’./

Unexposed to the lexicon/

Of entities Mexican/

To say nothing of peoples Andean.

The Discovery of Pulque: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Toltec art" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string Pulque, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using the Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox browsers, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this huge painting, along with a Description. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3300 (April 8, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the info about this artist I used to point to here. Only work by him used here so far.

Quetzalcoatl? No this is the house of Mixcoatl. You want to head two pyramids over, make a right and go down until you see IKEA and it’s right behind that.

“The Discovery of Pulque”, 1869

“I want Walmart, and Target gift cards.”

For Thursday:

It’s a sorrowful state of affairs /

on the street he elicited stares/

Now she’s finding it shocking /

That he’s chosen one stocking/

from each of two different pairs