Front Porch Chats #37/Second Pint LTT


With Assembly’s Live PA in front of me, I am still dealing with the consequences of the election.

Welcome to week 5 of the ratfuckery, America.

The Live PA has a grassy nose, nothing about it is too intense there. I also pick up a little tropical fruit, but it doesn’t take away from the grassy part. So far, I’m digging it.

More tropical fruit comes out in the body; there is some caramel malt sweetness but that feels restrained, too. The finishing bitterness is…Fine? I’d offer a sip to my Dad, if he were in town.

Because I’ve been thinking a lot about a rolling conversation Dad and I have been having for the the past month, about what to do when the office of the President is finally transferred away from Grifters, Inc.

My premise is that we need to clean house; start with a DoJ that is known for its integrity and diligence and then prosecute every member of the Trump administration as far as the law will allow it.

Then go after anyone else who was in on the grift. Forget party; this is about finding people who, while in positions of power, used it to abuse this country.

Dad talks about bringing people together. Then he talks about taking care of the virus’ impact on the country.

To the second point; I do not know why we cannot do both things. If we just gave people money and told them to stay the fuck home, they could and we could use that time, maybe 2 months, to ramp up contacts tracing and testing.

Suspend rent while we’re at it, and voila. Multiple studies have suggested that this is possible, as have multiple countries demonstrated it in action.

To the first point, I feel that we cannot come together under unjust auspices. So long as we, the people, know that criminals are allowed to get away with theft and, in the case of the Trump administration, manslaughter and genocide could be on the table, then you cannot form a union. There is no trust.

Dad thinks that if people are not brought together first, then no justice can be done. It’ll be witch hunts.

I’m afraid that if nothing isn’t done first, then in four, or eight years, our abusers will be back, smarter, meaner, more subtle. And we won’t have a chance to get out from under them as easily as we have this time. We STILL aren’t out from them and things are bananas.

It is troubling, to say the least. Because what I think we’re both worried about is that neither of these options are possible and something much worse will happen.

We both agree on this, though: Mitch McConnell is a piece of shit who shouldn’t be allowed to manage a child’s piggy bank, much less represent Kentucky.

Today’s second pint goes to Live Through This. Disclosure: I know the person who runs this.

Common Ales: Monkless-Dubbel or Nothing

Let’s talk about economics.

Monkless dubbel ale in glass on table

At Winco, I saw a 3 variety pack of Monkless ales for about $28 (I’m rounding up).

Around the corner, where I bought this Monkless Dubbel of Nothing (a Belgian dubbel style ale, go figure) I saw this beer, and the other two beers-this one for $7, another for $7 and another for $8 (again, all rounded up).

Now, I know most of you were told there would be no math, but the fact of the matter is that buying the three beers individually would’ve left you with enough money to get a fourth beer.


I really have to wonder what’s going on there. What is someone thinking? A sucker born every minute?

That’s a pretty gross way to treat your customers.

On top of all of that, the beer itself is just ok. It has some of the chocolate and dried fruit flavors in the middle, but the nose and the back end all have a hint of paper to them, making me believe this beer has gone a little stale.

So there’s a method to overcharge people, for beer that isn’t at its best? Hmmm….