I firmly believe that, for the majority of Americans our tastes in wine, liquor, and beer are largely determined by the early information we receive when being exposed to these beverages for the first couple of years.
What happens when the fabled American Attention Span moves on, as it ALWAYS does, and Trump is a sad and distant relic of their Party’s failures?
What we have is millions of emotional and intellectual toddlers; arrested development cases who grew into the idea that they should always get their way, whether anybody else liked it or not, whether they deserved it or not.
As someone who was so repelled by the South’s heinous record of discrimination and savagery against blacks that I moved all the way to Seattle to get out of the virulent remnants of that culture, it is grimly satisfying to me to see parts of the South, however slowly and painfully, begin the process of accepting and honoring the enormous cultural contribution of its early African American settlers.
Whatever happens, make no mistake about it: this fractious time in America is at least as much about entitlement as any other single factor.
I like beer too much and respect too much the amount of effort, creativity, and skill that goes into making Continue reading
This year, The Pour Fool is fifteen years old. It started as a weekly column in a suburban Seattle newspaper, Continue reading
Trump told these folks – in carefully coded statements like “There are very fine people on both sides” – that their hatreds and suspicions are okay.
