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December 8th, 2010 — beer
Though Red Bridge is a Busch product, it is very tasty. I came across the beer accidentally a few days ago. The restaurant I work at prides itself on having a ‘Gluten Free’ menu and Red Bridge is a beer made from sorghum instead of wheat, a customer who ordered from the Gluten free menu drank two of the beers and suggested I try it, so I did . . . and it is pretty damn tasty. I would consider it close to Killian’s Red with a hint of Amber Bock, but what sets it apart is its sweetness. The aftertaste is very sugary almost unexpected. Would I recommend it to beer snobs? Nope. Would I recommend it to my friends who can’t eat Gluten? Hell yeah.
August 13th, 2010 — beer
President Obama, Dr. Henry Gates, and Sgt. James Crowley of the Caimbridge police will meet over a beer (link opens new window) on Thursday, presumably to talk race relations.
After the whole flap about Gates’ arrest and Obama’s comment afterwards, the president has taken a completely different tack than right-wingnut pundits expected. He invited his friend and the officer who arrested them over for a beer. While I preemptively agree with the president’s detractors that this is a PR move, you have to admit it’s a brilliant one. It wasn’t a statement issued and read at a press conference, not a half-assed apology, just a simple meeting over mankind’s favorite beverage.
Now, I wonder if an invitation to have a beer would get me out of my next speeding ticket…
Faster than a speeding Ford Fiesta! More powerful than a real estate developer! Able to leap tall buildings (complete with expensive windows) in a single bound!
At least we know Mayor Dave has a promising golden parachute job: the new bouncer at Minerva’s.
Starting MAY 11th, Dakota Beverage will carry New Belgium’s beers. Initially it will just be 22oz bottles and drafts, but the full line will be here mid July. Just in time for SouthDacola’s 1st Annual “Pitch a Tent” fest.
Kelo ran a story this morning titled “Dude to Dad”.
As mentioned in an earlier post, there’s going to be a tax protest at Covell Lake where participants will reenact the Boston Tea Party. It’s being organized on facebook. I think a counter protest should dress as British redcoats and threaten to arrest the protestors for treason against the crown – not because they don’t have a right to protest taxes, but because it would be equally silly and pointless.
Funny how almost no one complained when the last administration outspent all the others combined.
PS: Everyone’s favorite back-cracker is organizing the event.
I know it’s a real reach for me to post something that I think is stupid or that I absolutely hate. Today will be no different. Every year all of you mouth breathing sheep work yourselves into consumerist frenzies for “the big game”. The chips and salsa I buy at Hy-Vee have a team logo on them. The gas I pump into my shitty car is the official fossil fuel of the NFL and I think I’ll puke if I see one more fat asshole wearing a Steelers jersey he picked up at Kohl’s just to wear today to prove that he knows who’s in the game and maybe people will think he’s a hardcore fan.
All professional sports suck. I’m not just pointing my finger at the NFL, although I will say they have a market share of fanatic butt wads that even NASCAR™ is envious of. Today isn’t really about the football. Deep down somewhere behind all of the marketing and overpriced commercial spots there is a game of strategy and skill. But that isn’t the reason millions of you are tuning in today. Sure, you’ll watch the game and cheer when someone makes a play worth cheering for. If you are with a group of people today, whether its in a bar or sitting at home on your couch, make a mental note to observe the way a room snaps to attention when the first set of commercials come on. We, myself included, have been programmed to consume, and today we’ll worship at our HDTV alters and anoint ourselves with crappy Americanized beer and finger food. Doritos Sanctos Cheezypoofs.
So drink your Budweiser and eat your hot wings like a good boy, and I’ll pretend I care when it’s all you can talk about tomorrow at work.
I mean… BAAAAAAA……..