The nose on Baerlic’s Hexa IPA is spicy and has a bit of pine. I’m already thrilled; there were times I would’ve punched a baby to get away from milkshake IPAs. Now I can just buy this.
Not to say the Hexa isn’t sweet at all; solid malt backbone here, almost fighting it out against the hop profile to make sure it can be tasted. But this is still an IPA and that means that the bitterness wins out.
The police in Portland are now the ones beating the citizens. So we’ve got that going for us, which isn’t nice.
It was a pretty brazen act of cowardly theater for our mayor to come out and get tear gassed by the feds, but now that they’re gone, be silent about our own teargassing us, slashing tires, threatening press, and so on.
I guess the mayor likes his police brutality the way I like my beers: local.
It’s discouraging. I know it. You know it. We’re feeling it. The future is coming, and very few of us like what it’s bringing.
I’d rather help. Being discouraged sucks ass.
“Oregonians don’t like to be told what to do,” I read recently, “they like to be asked to help.”
This was in regards to getting a flu shot for this coming flu season-which hey, would y’all please get a flu shot? Our medics are overworked and could really use any little thing you can do to help.
And any little thing to help…well, that’s important.
‘Cause people don’t like to be told what to do. But we do like to help. Most of us. Maybe even enough of us.
Enough that the police will be defunded. Enough that we’ll wear masks and get flu shots. Enough that we’ll wrest the power from the hands of fascists.
You don’t have to do all the things. None of us can. Very few of us can do big things.
But little things to help. Well, how bout it? Would you please do them?
