It gets a bad name, but I do so love the stuff.

Beer.

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I’m not talking about the watered down crap you see advertised on TV all the time. I’m not talking about the crap that jocky frat-boys and airhead party girls chug down for the sole purpose of getting hammered. That’s not beer to me. Yes, it looks like beer and can get you drunk like beer, but it tastes more like someone dumped a whole lot of water into beer, put it in a can and slapped some (admittedly funny) commercials onto it. It’s piss-water like that, and the numbskulls who abuse it, that give beer a bad name.

I like to think of myself as a classy individual with high standards. In other words, I’m a complete snob. Some people who meet me for the first time aren’t surprised at all when I offer them a nice glass of wine or a single-malt scotch, but every so often I get a “look” when I get excited about beer. It’s the stigma attached to it. Beer is that crap-water in cans that you chug at sports games and smash the empty against your skull. Whenever I get that “look,” I feel it is my personal quest to educate said looker on the marvelous and misunderstood beverage that is beer.

Because beer is a beverage that God let us discover to show us that he loves us.
(someone far more clever than me originally said this, I just cannot remember who it was)

Among my favorites? The delicious and rich Octoberfest brews, both domestic and imported. The thick and hearty goodness of a stout on a winter’s day (and I’m not talking about Guinness, either). The hoppy, crisp and delightfully bitter refreshment of a pale ale on a lazy summer afternoon. The frothy, chocolatey joy of a rich porter with a good meal.  Don’t even get me started on the magnificence of anything that comes out of Belgium.  Variations on these lovely brews are india pale ales, oatmeal stouts, black and tans, extra special bitters, bottle-conditioned ales, and the list goes on and on.

There are many others who know much more about beer than I do, including the history, the various brewing processes and so on.  So if you’re of the proper age to enjoy a nice brew I urge you to go out and appreciate the good stuff while the numbskulls abuse the piss-water.  There’s a delicious world out there waiting to be explored.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I just remembered that I’m out of beer.

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