Tracy Bonham, Ruth Ungar And Aoife O’donovan, vocals.
Would it be a good idea to put a bacon-salt rim on a Bloody Mary? Or perhaps throw in a little bit of chipotle? What would be the garnish, a couple of chilis? Come-a cow cow yippee-eye-ay!
Way too hot for Usquaebach or Patrón Reposado, and beer wicks off your skin faster than Witch Hazel. However, a fistful of this and a couple of fingers of Looza Banana Nectar will make politics seem edgy and interesting all over again.
Two seemingly unrelated news items: On Monday, Republican House Leader John Boehner told the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review the following:
There’s a political rebellion brewing, and I don’t think we’ve seen anything like it since 1776.
We need to raise the retirement age to 70.
This [the financial reform bill] is killing an ant with a nuclear weapon.
One Wednesday, former GOP Congressman Joe Scarborough called Boehner a tosspot:
So many Republicans tell me that this is a guy that is not the hardest worker in the world. Every Republican I talk to says that John Boehner, by five or six at night, you can see him at bars.
I don’t normally drink gin; for me, even the best brands have an off-putting household-cleanser undertone. However, when I saw the photo that accompanied the recipe for this cocktail in Bon Appétit, it looked so cool and refreshing I wanted to dive right in.
I whipped up a batch last night, and it was as good as advertised. It was kind of a pain in the ass to make, what with juicing lemons and grapefruit, brewing tea, etc.
Honestly, you could probably get about the same effect using your favorite tea and a decent quality store-bought lemonade. That’s most likely how I’ll make it next time. But the idea of a cocktail based on the classic Arnold Palmer (tea and lemonade) is a keeper and just the thing for a hot day.
Recipe below the fold and at the above link. Cheers!
I finally found the guy who can actually bring the teabaggers and the manic progressives together to TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK. Norquist, Hamsher, and Schlafly really need The Kid from Brooklyn (aka “the bigman”) to co-sign their next letter. He’s completely nailed the best co-mingling of their issues that could ever be achieved:
“Tea will make you pee, but beer will make you fucking piss! And now I’m fucking pissed!” Seriously, no one on either side has come up with a better slogan than that. Sign the bigman up!
Looks like the mere fact of Teabag Cosmo Boy’s election will kill health care reform after all. Barney Frank says so. Anthony Weiner is not optimistic. Massive corporate giveaway averted!
I’m sure the insurance companies will now voluntarily roll back preexisting conditions, excisions and other predatory practices. That’s what their stellar stock performance yesterday was all about—they’re just squirreling funds away for the coming epoch of pro-consumer largesse because that’s how they roll.
Anyway, water under the bridge, spilled milk, barn door closed after the horses skedaddled, etc. I just wish there were some other hill worth dying on, some truly populist issue the Dems could use to yank the phony “champion-of-the-little-guy” drape off Senatorfold* Brown and the rest of the GOP beefcake line-up, revealing them in all their glorious, fat-cat protecting nekkidness. Think, think, think.
If you can look at this graphic without wincing, you didn’t have enough to drink.
WAKEY, WAKEY! It’s the first day of 2010 (or “XX0X” in the Old Rumpic Calendar). And no matter how early it is, Teh Stupid has already been upright, blogging and making fools of themselves on FoxNews for at least an hour.
Sure, it hurts to move. And, yes, you’re wearing the clothes you swapped with a junkie at the Greyhound Station. But, gosh darn it, staring at the toilet and making kitty-hairball gacking noises isn’t going to move the Overton Window, dictate the acceptable limits of Online Progressive Dialogue or unsled Sarah Palin’s Idiotarod to the White House in 2012.
Kevin K. has given us this safe, nurturing, trigger-free platform from which to unleash Psionic Waves of 4th-Generation Asymmetric Snark against the Evil Outernet of Unassimilated Nobots and Nutters. But, as a poor but wise man once observed, these rats ain’t gonna fuck themselves.
Let’s brush off the peanut shells, fish the butts out of our beer mugs and squint blearily into the blazing dawn of the Decade of Rumproast! Deus Lo Volt!
The corks have popped, the confetti’s thrown, the revels have faded into the watery grey light of a January morning. Is it not time to take stock, to assess where we may have gone off the rails, to try to set matters aright, to resolve to make amends and start anew? There are, after all, certain members of the blogosphere who have been done hard by, and have expressed an interest in letting bygones be bygones, if their offenders would only apologise.
That’s all. Not such a much. Just a little apology. Little one.
Anybody?
We’ve finally found the most self-destructive politician in America: William J. Kelly, Republican candidate for Illinois comptroller. This is him “singing” with Cheap Trick’s Rick Nielsen. It starts with Nielsen telling him, “You’re drunk.” Kelly thought it was a good idea to embed this video on his blog:
Setting aside the trademark question-begging and grotesque solipsism, this column echoes many of my own thoughts on the subject.
America’s “war of necessity,” whether you agree with that or not, has disrupted a society that was already deeply traumatized and divided. Afghanistan is incredibly poor and fatally unstable. We are rich and stable in comparison. If this conflict can be conducted in such a way that the Afghans are helped toward a minimal stability and put on anything like the right path to security, don’t we owe it to them?
So it looks like I’ve been in favor of continued military involvement in Afghanistan for reasons more or less identical to those espoused by Deepak Chopra.
Here in Western Pennsylvania, the “Holiday Celebration Turns Tragic” headlines are practically a foregone, given our dimwit propensity to show off our firearms at the dinner table.
Usually, it’s the brand-new or just-reblued “unloaded” hand howitzer with a stray round in the chamber that brings the happy blather to a halt. However, in the process of Googling the local news, I found a poster at DU who’s assembled a compendium of Thanksgiving shooting stories from around the nation—and, so far, “rage-driven” is beating “accidental” by about 5-0.
Holidays bring out the sharp edges in every group. But are we angrier as a nation this Thanksgiving? Have any of you ‘Roasters observed a spike in psychotic breaks around the mulled wine or down at the local Retail Death Star?
Field reports are welcome. I’m not sure there’s a reliable statistical model for distinguishing routine breakdowns and domestic conflicts from the ratcheting poom-poom-poom of Right-Left/Patriots-vs.-Marxists blood-oaths on the Internet jungle drums, but I’m keen to assemble the data.
Meanwhile—be safe. Be polite. Remember to compliment the chef. Don’t try to cut into the line for the Zhu Zhu Hamsters. And never trust the idiot who tells you it’s OK to look down the barrel because he took the clip out.
Still not finding any new videos worth throwing your way for our Morning Music series, so here’s some Halloween-themed weirdness for you to fill the gap…
MORE: Let’s Paint, Exercise, & Blend Drinks! was the very first post at Rumproast back when I just intended this to be a 27-visitors-a-day personal blog. Oops. Happy 2 Years One Month One Day Anniversary to Rumproast.