Letters to the Editor
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Get A Room
[Read the article: California's marriage ruling -- what it means and what it doesn't mean]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Jaysus, it all comes down to this?? A few of the old regulars trying to get a life on a blog? Yeah, yeah. We're all s-o-o-o-o clever - and thank gawd - 'unique'. But the country's going down the shitter and we're swapping bon mots?? Nine thirty in the morning here and my cats are wondering why I'm drinking Shlitz already . . . .
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That's What I mean
[Read the article: California's marriage ruling -- what it means and what it doesn't mean]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"When you're out of Schlitz, you're out of beer."
Especially if that's all that's in the fridge.
Mona clumsily wades into it: "You see, every time I've even sipped beer, I have found that it tastes like dog piss."
Two problems here. No. 1. Beer is not meant to be sipped. Beer is meant to be quaffed. Guzzled. No. 2. The only thing that tastes like dog piss is, well, dog piss, tho' you may want to sample a different varieties -- perhaps a Pilsner Shepherd, maybe a Corona Chihuaha . . . but I'm glad you were just making a metaphor . . .
"(I know, I know: "How does she know what dog piss tastes like?")".
Similar to what we used to say about Budweiser -- exactly how did they get those bloody big draft horses to pee in the bottle?
Me, I never drink milk. Period. I used to milk 'em coos for a living and the things I've seen. And that was in Britian. And that was pre-Monsanto. And don't even get me started on meat.
I went on a brewery tour once in Tumwater, Wa . . . "It's the H20". After looking at the industrial set up for making their brew, they sat us down in their saloon and gave us 'samples'. The tarbender there (and a dapper gent he was) was very specific about how to pour the beer into the glass . . . "Right down the middle, none of this flow down the sides stuff. Everybody loves good head . . . "
I couldn't disagree with that advice. Especially since it was free and he had a dab hand and a lot of different brands to share. He also gave me a coupon redeemable at the gift shop where I got a lovely red sweat shirt for free. I still wear it 20 years on altho' I did cut off the sleeves. He also had a fantastic waxed moustache. The best wax in the world, he confided to me (cuz I used to sport a 'stache myself, tho' I never considered waxing it), was urinal wax -- those green cakes 50% of us have spent longs hours trying to erode away . . .
Then L.M.W. chimes in with a lecture on the ambrosia of the gawds: "Regarding beer -- One of the better moves by gummint in a long time was the relaxation of the restrictions on home brewing. That's why all those microbrews sprung up all over the country seemingly overnight."
A lot of these brews are indeed excellent, and others are, well, your proverbial eight-bucks-a-pint dog pee.
He continues: "American beer is like American cigarettes."
No it 'taint. It's all a matter of taste, innit?
"If you are going to drink beer or ale, try the Belgian Trappist ales. Pricey, but like ambrosia."
And best on pancakes. Sorry, but the Belgians make perfectly good beer . . . Stella. No need to drink some hand-crafted raspberry flavored syrup unless you also tend to waste your time and money at Starbucks.
What I guess I'm trying to say is, don't try and tell your granny how to suck eggs.
Bottled H20??? I'll leave that for another time and thread. Specially with millions of Burmese perishing for want of . . .
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I'm Shocked, I Tell Ya. Shocked.
[Read the article: High standards at the Washington Post Op-Ed page]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Hmmm. Ms. Parker fires a minor volley in the great clash of the civilizations -- 'us' agin 'them'. She pens the words that for a large extent are unspoken, but understood by a large number of Americans. And folks here (we Salonistas) are outraged. The same outrage whenever Annie 'The Stick' Coulter or Michelle Malkins say something outrageous (and believe me, these ladies are well paid for it). But should we be so incensed? I think we all know (and find it hard to stomach) that there is a large (uncomfortably large, I'd say) number of folks out there who don't like the 'tilt', the 'slide', the 'direction' the country is taking (I'm talking about becoming a more 'diverse' country). That's because it doesn't jive with their conception of what America is. America the good. The just. The good guy in the white hat. The center of civilization. Everybody's good friend.
Obama and his ilk are not truly "Americans" because . . . . (well, you know . . . they aren't, Uhmericans, doncha see?) Ms. Parker sees herself as a footsoldier in a fight for an America that doesn't exist now, nor did it ever exist. But that America does exist for these folks. And Ms. Parker and the Stick and Malicious Michelle really ain't that far out there. I mean, these people aren't lone voices in the wilderness crying out. They have a rather large base that needs to be fed this kind of red meat. These people really do pine for 'their' Uhmuricah. A mythical America. A decent country. Good, hardworking honest folks. A land of equal opportunity. A country where a person who rolled up his sleeves and was willing to work hard could get ahead. An America where people respected the law and believe in the sanctity of the family. In God we trust. Everyone who put on a uniform is a hero. And then things started to go sour. And it's been getting worser and worser. And it's time to get back to the good old days when a man was a man. Blah, blah. That's what this is all about. That's why you have bitter deadenders like shooter and electro-lux and anonymoose scorching the earth with their crap. And it's going to get worse
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It's Faux News Fer Gawdsakes
[Read the article: Karl Rove's sly deal with Fox]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]It's not like anyone who would vote for anyone else watches the damned thing in the first place. Besides, they gotta keep all the pudgy pale guys and shrieking harpies somewhere . . . .