We are spuds. We get you fat, get you drunk, starch your sheets and shine your silver. We are as American as one can be. Do not mess with us.
Field Report #26157: It has been 116 days since I infiltrated the group chat. Their primary focus seems to be offering encouragement to each other in the form of self-improvement via exercise, nutrition, and home gardening. They post about potatoes. A lot. Potato yields, potato memes, potato recipes ad nauseam. In a moment of frustration last week I even admitted to them that I was a federal agent whose goal was to incite an event of domestic terrorism, and they just laughed and said “we are all feds lmao”. I fear I am loosing the will to live.
Spuds Of Interest
Juan Miranda.
A highwayman turned revolutionary.
Banco Nacional De Mesa Verde!
Mother Jones.
The Scourge Of Capitalists.
I see what you are doing, Donny-boy; you, and that ne’er-do-well Elon. You will be very sorry for that, mark my words
Thomas R. Morlock.
Ghost in The Machine.
Living underground by day, surfacing by night to grab random Eloi for food and fun. Keeping the cogs turning.