THESE ARE UNJUST TIMES WITH UNJUST GODS!

“Taj Casso”

How old are you?

I just wonder what someone so ancient considers fun?

Boners?

Hell no.

Drunk?

Hell yes

Weed?

Smoke the best scientifically grown that has ever existed.

Cinema?

My love for all that cameras can do has never changed.

My Cubs?

Sacrificed blood and soiled dainties over that organization.

Guitars?

Held my first in me arms when I was just 15.

Too bad I never spent the time needed to please her.

Food?

I still crave that Rock Island Gyro, my drummer buddy turned me onto back in 79.

Bowling, Golf?

I’ll take on all challenges. Perhaps some warm up months will be required.

Love?

Not today but thanks for asking.

Leaves only the 1972 Barracuda Hemi. High gloss black metal flake finish please.

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And sadly my New Orleans Saints.

As the beauty and the pain of a new season rolls in, pending disaster lurks just out of sight. Good thing all the known total degenerates like myself keep watching these overhyped, overproduced,  heroin induced billionaires “ignis fatuus” clashes.

Powerless to stop?

Hell, I don’t want to stop.

Without?

All existence ceases.

Another season of no promise and no reason (come on Tyler Shough?) to even bother to get up off the vomit covered linoleum.

The deceased have a better grasp on reality than anyone in the nightmare swamps of the football hierarchy in Louisiana.

Ponderous music floats through the air causing melancholia in all who listen.

We drift aimlessly across the seas of nothingness as only a pitiful Saints fan can.

Will you take my hand and join me in hell?

Even the dead tread with fear.

DUDE, THE HOLY GRAIL IS REAL

The book demands sacrifice, We must stand as one on street corners in your very own neighborhood’s screaming to the skies.

“Father why have you forsaken me?”

Time to rise as one like only The Crescent City can and really stink up the place.

Need bodies of iron and cruel hearts to stand before the anointed and beg for a champion.

Well hell, who you got in mind?

Travis Eteinne, Jordyn Tyson, Martin, knock knock, who’s there?

Emerson?

Emerson who?

Emerson nice titties.

Who?
Some schlep they brought in from New England

We call out for a rogue hero to establish and conquer the weak and discouraged and we get horrid jokes?

Good God man!

2021 9-8

2022 7-10

2023 9-8

2024 5-12

2025? 6-11

2026? Some of these so called “experts” are predicting a 7 win season. Hell Vegas has set the over/under at 7 1/2?

What am I missing?

27th overall defense and 28th offense but 16 passing, so there’s that.

Damn it, I want my life of easy leisure!

Do I not deserve my just rewards?

Hey, who said no?

The very worst division in all the world and yet a winning season is no closer than anytime since Drew?

Hey NFC South fans I brought This For You. Catch!

No one comes here for my play calling acumen. Nor do they read this gibberish for historically accurate number crunching, fantasy updates or special teams inside information. They read for their own personal peccadilloes.

It’s like a passing of time. Some folks use Christmas or their birthdays to mark the passing of the ages but I use the start of the NFL season. Definitely remember the 1966 championship.What did you say earlier?

“Good god man, how old are you?”

Just old enough to still get a thrill out of opening, what, week this season?

OF THIS FLESH I SHALL PARTAKE

Photos, words, stupidity, and drawings all by ( No shit, like anyone would plagiarize your stinky bottom!) me.

Hey I pointed out the one I stole off the interweb.

A prediction?

Why?
If you must, take it away lads.

DJ TAJ 08/2026