Go here for very pungent assessment of last night’s agree-to-disagree summit at which the president drank Bud Lite:
Absolute crap beer for an absolute Bullshit moment. This fine Teaching moment on race( brought to you by the Jackson Family Budweiser Distributorship) , like Obama’s Philadelphia Thigh Tingler, where Reverend Wright’s idiocies became America’s problem, because Young Barry dug his creed, is pure bullshit and yet another nuanced way to avoid a problem of his own making for Barack Obama – not President Obama – Barack Obama – the guy who can not admit a mistake.
Also very good on the main subject, beer. Am keeping cans of Milwaukee’s Best in the fridge door these days. Few months back, I kept High Life quarts next to the milk, which in my golden years I find myself drinking more of — the milk, I mean.
What this tells you is that while I too abhor Lite, I do not relish the richer non-U.S. stuff, which I find harder to digest. My delicate stomach, you know, especially at risk in these days of O. in the W.H.
Blithe Spirit 
Apologies, Brother Bowman, for the close-knit ethnic type scatological adjectives.
I have washed my mouth out with Lava – the Hand Soap – and it has had the happy effect of getting the suspressed memory smacks of Bud Light from my palate.
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You two smiling Westside Irishmen are obviously brew connnoisseurs…so you have a Westside Italian at a slight disadvantage…but ask me about wines…or summits
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Mr. Spatafora,
Only 50% of us are Westside Micks, as my roots are strictly south.
Would that an Italian gentleman, or Wiser Latin, if may be so bold, called that confab of contoversialists to order with Northern Red wines on the White House lawn, our nation might tred a better path.
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I think Baracko could institute a new form of communicating with his fellow Americans. Cozy, like fireside chats, but with more than the President. Open and direct, like town hall meetings, but with fewer people. Just invite 2 or 3 normal citizens to Beer with ‘Bama. Make it a televised event. We watchers can drink along at home, or in a bar.
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Drinking a lot in that drinkalong, at least I would.
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Mr. B.
I appreciate the nod…and while Valpollecela is a personal favorite, may I brag the Spatafora family (first recorded in 1058 under the Byzantine Emperor Isaaq Commenus) continues to operate vineyards in Sicily…not far from my father’s birthplace in the infamously misunderstood Corleone…
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