... A friend of mine who died a few years ago of old age had a real drinking problem. He was Sheriff in Jordan Montana (Garfield County Sheriff), and a cowboy from the top of his head to the heels of his boots.... a cowboy from cowboy stock of generations. He had a few too many drinks one night in Jordan, and the highway patrol pulled him over and gave him his 3rd DUI. He lost his driver's license as a result for 6 months, and spent that 6 months patrolling Garfield County on horseback......... To my knowledge Jordan is the only real town in Garfield County as far as I know..... the population of the county is less than 1300. But wait a minute.......... There's a punch line. He was re-elected and served another term as sheriff before he retired!
H.W.
Out here in the Big Teat we call Washington D.C. (whence the milk of all our wealth being redistributed flows) they re-elect crack heads for Mayor and Feral legislators regularly play cocktail bumper cars, so the bar so to speak, has already been set about as low as it can go. One of our town commissioners gone by was said to have been relegated to a riding mower for transportation in recognition of his vehicular transgressions. Had a State legislator from Maryland who killed, or almost killed, someone driving his boat drunk in the middle of the day (he was a repeat offender). He actually had the balls to fight being tossed out of office. His rationale... that he wanted to stay due to all of the good that he could/would/had been doing?
As if I actually
needed an excuse to stay home and drink.
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I'm retarded... er, ah... retired, kids all growed, sleep 'til I'm not tired, and pretty much tell the world to K.M.A. every day, so I drink what I want when I want for the most part, and after 30 years, da wife doesn't really care. At 57 I still enjoy big flavorful brews, and while not a barley wine lover, I do enjoy a few Imperial IPA's in a sitting. Don't know the weight but the other night just sitting and shooting the breeze with a bud two dozen bottles of Orval somehow mysteriously became empty. Didn't have to drive anywhere, just a few hundred yards from home, but I honestly didn't feel like we'd drunk all that much. Maybe my punishing of the evil liver has finally persuaded it to submit? I dunno?
Summertime I might switch over to Victory Prima Pils to keep me from falling off of the riding mower, but generally German wheat and IPA's are why I love drinking beer, and the 5+% Prima is about as low as I go. If I wanted a lower gravity beer I guess I could do like the macro imports. Just add water and call it a "Lite".
Yeah... I don't think so.