So the “Beer Summit” fell flat. It’s still a refreshing concept, and one that I hope to employ often in future negotiations. Although the beer selections were a bit uninspiring (especially if it was on the House), it’s still a proven venue for men to work out their differences. Had I attended, I would have chosen this beer, and directed these comments at my fellow drinkers:
- To Joe Biden: “How can you drink with your foot in your mouth?”
- To Professor Gates:”What else do you teach besides how to resist arrest and get away with it?”
- To President Obama: “I’m surprised you chose an American beer.”
- To Sergeant Crowley: “Thank you for not apologizing. “
Of course, if this were a legitimate beer summit, there’d be more than just one beer per attendee (heck, I don’t really get rolling until 3 or 4 of them!), and it would have ended with an arm wrestling match (which, in this case, would surely go to America’s finest).
Ideas for our next “teachable moment” — Poker Summit (not using taxpayer’s money), Cigar Session (not the Bill Clinton kind), or Pizza Powow (ensuing methane emissions be damned).
I'm not sure how I came across your blog, but I'm glad I found it. Great stuff . . . it's great to see a Christian that doesn't have his head up his ass.
And yes, Guinness would have been my choice, too.
Take care.
Thanks, Michael. It's taken me fifteen years to extricate my cranium from my rectum. And I'm still in process. Here's a toast to all such extractions.
It was just a photo-op. they didn't accomplish squat!