don't take the beer

I won't. Where's Jesse Ventura when you need him?

I'm waiting to read in the newspapers how Gunner's Great Cull has finally started. It's amazing how the American public has become so complacent as to allow this to continue happening. Locke had it right.

See:

Unintended Consequences, by John Ross 1996 ISBN: (978)1-888118-04-01

Link to FREE .pdf version:

Brief synopsis by Brokor: "Excellent combination of historical fiction and political thriller, this work chronicles the deterioration of gun rights in the United States by following a family through the 20th century. Included are detailed fictionalized accounts of the Ruby Ridge massacre, the FBI shootout in Miami in 1986, and the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising of World War II. The book then moves to the present day, describing a rouge government agency that attempts to criminalize legal gun owners, and armed resistance breaks out.

Not for the faint of heart, this book is violently and sexually graphic, and its message will be objectionable to most. But it presents an interesting thought exercise--were the Founding Fathers serious when they established the 2nd amendment as a means of citizens defending themselves in the face of tyranny? And if so, what would that look like in the 21st century?"

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED AND ENTERTAINING READ. __________________ "Whenever the legislators endeavor to take away and destroy the property of the people, or to reduce them to slavery under arbitrary power, they put themselves into a state of war with the people, who are thereupon absolved from any further obedience." - John Locke

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-- Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace. -- Robert J. Sawyer

There's an alarming precedent for Midsummer midnight madness. On the night of August 4, 1789 the newly elected and inexperienced French National Assembly pulled a drunken all-nighter and changed all the laws:

A bas le roi!! jsw

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

The mindset that doomed New Orleans.

Jesse was a kook, but his two top ideas would have solved the problem.

1. term limits
2. unicameral legislature

But it sure was fun while it lasted -- which is all that I think we can ask for.

I've never been closer than Shreveport, though my father almost became a shrimp boat outfitter in Lake Charles.

My time in Heidelberg will have to substitute. Gaudeamus igitur, Iuvenes dum sumus.

jsw

Miller sent in a check for their Mn state license, but the check was more than required, so the licensing board sent it back. Before they could process the new check, the state shut down, so Miller couldn't sell product.

NBD, life is too short to drink cheap beer.

David

I cannot drink any beer besides Miller lite.

The more expensive is the beer, the more vile and disgusting the taste, as far as I am concerned. I am going to stock up on Miller Lite now.

Have you tried their Genuine Draft?

Karl Strauss Amber Lager is made from the old Andeker recipe. Draft (but not bottled) Andeker in Milwaukee was the best beer I've tasted outside of Muenchen.

jsw

An old story is that Ballentine Beer wanted a new slogan. And decided to have a contest to find the new slogan. After much searching they decided on a slogan suggested by a young man. " Ballentine Beer is like love in a canoe."

In my opinion Miller could use the same slogan for Miller Lite.

Dan

This reminds me of "love in the canoe" that ended, for me, when the canoe overturned.

Not in mine.

To me, Miller Lite is like a bad beer with an ice cube allowed to melt in it.

If that were all I could drink, I'd stop drinking beer.

David

this is very refreshing - people arguing about beer rather than politics. very much an improvement

Although I appreciate the beer you gave me when I was out there, if I see you next month when I head for Aurora, I'm bringing a sixpack of Beck's. Or maybe some Dinkel Acker. That will make your tongue roll up like a windowshade and your ears will flap like a hummingbird's wings.

one of my favorites is "old dead guy" - and Piraat

I know....I should bring along some of New Jersey's finest, River Horse Hop-A-Lot-Amus. Brewed on the banks of the Delaware River.

I remember it as good but not exceptional. At the Oktoberfest I usually went to the Spaten tent.

One year they sent me there with three soldiers who were being rewarded for something, officially with a week to deliver a typewriter. I was one of the few people who spoke German and could drive, or function at all off the Army base. We sat down across from four girls and I started chatting happily with the one opposite me, then noticed the other three guys and girls all sitting quietly and frowning. Turns out only the one I was talking to spoke English. We could NOT get a conversation going among the others, or get them to join the dancing and singing, Freut Euch des Lebens! What a waste! There's almost no place I'd rather be, yet they had a miserable time and wanted to go home early.

The girl I talked to wondered if Americans could tune into the collective mentality of Germans having fun. Even when drunk and giggly they all cheered, sang, stood up and swayed etc in perfect unison.

jsw

OK, deal.