A Conservative Inflitrates A Gathering of Progressives To Watch The SOTU

Pretty funny:

I find a spot at the bar and survey the selection. Belhaven Scottish, Abita Amber, Abita Turbodog, Clausthaler Amber, Flying Dog, Genesee Cream Ale, Harpoon IPA, Harpoon UFO, Sierra Nevada Pale…my, my, my. It seems the liberals are daisies for some fancy suds.

“I’ll take a Newcastle.�

Surely a safe choice. Not too frou-frou, not too bourgeois.

From over my shoulder, four elders surrounded a desktop computer in the bar’s adjoining office. The page beams with Democratic logos, then - a voice from behind. A Beer Hall Putsch.

Bartender: What’ll ya have?

Unseen patron: A PBR.

A PBR? I’ve overplayed my hand so soon. A rookie mistake. This Newcastle in my hand was attracting more glares than the high-shine on the Doc Martens of the womyn next to me.

A tactical error to be sure. These neo-urban sophisticates are co-opting my steel shucking granddad’s brand. Progressive Popeyes to my British Brutus. Armcurling 12 fluid ounces of canned proletarian credibility.

posted by Ace at 12:47 PM

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