I mean, seriously. This should be the last post I write on the silly incident of the reconciliatory beers at the White House to sort out this mole hill of a story about Henry Louis Gates Jr., the officer who arrested him, and the president who somehow got involved (are they calling it Beer-gate? Gates-gate?). But I couldn't resist this post thanks to such wonderfully detailed reporting in the Huffington Post that told us what beers all the men were drinking. Let me just say that it ain't pretty. According to the story, "the men were drinking beer from clear glass mugs and munching on peanuts and pretzels served in small silver bowls. The beers:
Since Bill Clinton, who liked to eat but whose most lasting gastronomical association was with the Big Mac, and Bush, who seemed almost disdainful of good food and didn't even drink, it's been sixteen years since there's been any chief executive whose evinced that most human (and, for us, a most San Franciscan) trait of enjoying a good drink. While Obama's election broke many barriers and has yielded hope in so many ways, one of the nicest things about his presidency so far is that the guy likes to drink. And the examples keep piling up . . .
So, who knew this day could happen? Its hip to be patriotic.
Bush wrapped himself in the flag for so many years, you’d think we could never get the smell of hypocrisy out of that thing. But lo and behold, Facebook is full of feklempt Friscan bleeding hearts who felt the totally alien sensation of national pride when Aretha stirred souls with her not dog-calling version of Our Country 'Tis of Thee.
And she wasn’t the only relevant recording star to belt in out for Barack yesterday and Saturday, at the star-studded concert for we, the people.
We're pretty sure this is illegal, but it's still awesome. Check out the stickers placed over every Bush Street sign in the city.
Photography by Janelle Cipriano
We’ve already given you a couple of things to do on January 20 to ring in our new Mr. President, but for the hedonists among us, here’s a much simpler way to get in the inaugural spirit: Go to any Ben & Jerry’s and order a scoop of the newest flavor, “Yes Pecan!”
Oh, those clever Vermonters. The ice cream is described as “amber waves of buttery ice cream with roasted non-partisan pecans.” We’re wondering if maybe those nuts, perhaps sourced from the great pecan-producing state of Texas, are B & J’s attempt at reaching across the aisle?