Bullshit

Cheers. It's time for a ramble, so here we go. Bullshit. That's what this one's about. Whenever you listen to anyone, whenever you hear the radio, or go to a city council meeting, remember to repeat it to yourself. "Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit." Then, when you can settle down and have some time to think about it all, you can carefully extract the tiny shred of non-bullshit from the remainder of the steaming pile.

There are some exceptions to the rule. When someone beats the crap out of you, and you are a bloody mess is some ally, that is not bullshit. If you spend an evening next to a barstool adorned with a voracious mass of sobbing flesh, that is not bullshit. When you hear a great song, not bullshit. A great story, poem, movie, or blog - also not bullshit.

We all have bullshit detectors. Mine turns on after about two beers (at least I think it does). Sometimes I even detect myself - that means it's time for a third. Maybe that's why I love beer so much. No one can be an intentional nefarious liar after a few beers. There's a rule for y'alls - never trust anyone who doesn't drink - they probably have a corpse in their trunk.

But really. If you are a serial killer, do you really risk getting wasted with your buddies? Is that really a smart move? Probably not. If you are wanted in 48 states, do you really throw a 20 kegger open house. So there it is...Beer , the great equalizer. Come to my house and equalize with me. It will be fun. And not bullshit. Vagabonds, baristas, heads of state welcome. Music, poetry, friends, humans were built for this. Swing over, search my house for corpses, then drown yourselves in sweet malt beverages. What? Are you hiding corpses or something?

Come and bring your thirst - I'll be bumbing around till next Monday while the lady does her important business stuff in LA. Yes, I am somewhat jealous. I hear it is above zero degrees there. Yes, I have had enough beers to not care right now. But most importantly, no bullshit. Okay, that'll do it for now. Cheers!