ELECTION 2016 FOR ME.

I’ve put a great deal of thought into this. I have scoured my brain through every scenario. I have explored the depths of my soul. I have wrestled with my conscience and played the devil’s advocate and almost every introspective cliché I could find. But, in the end, at the very end of the day, only one conclusion was left to me.

I’m endorsing Donald Trump.

I should have known the inevitability of this decision. The facts are overwhelming. The momentum is unstoppable. And the nation is definitely rallying around The Donald, and now so will I.  I love rallies. The louder the better.

There’s something about the way he shoots from the hip verbally that appeals to the PR person in me. And his endless memory for impressive fact from economics to foreign relations to construction and downright deal-making grabs the intellectual in me. What a command of damning facts this man can recall in an instant!

And he and I share the same alma mater, Penn. Yes, he was Wharton School and I was Classical Studies, but you never forget your alma mater. I wonder if he knows Latin like I do. I bet he does.

But perhaps the most impressive thing he’s done to far is to align himself with NJ Governor Chris Christie, a real Jersey guy like me, a real tough Jersey guy, and a real big Jersey guy. Like me.

Well THIS Jersey guy is going to stand behind Donald Trump, starting today. Believe me, this is just the beginning. 

EYES WIDE OPEN

It has probably been years since I'd actually opened and tasted a Budweiser. But last night, I broke down and bought a six pack of those uniquely shaped cans and popped one open. Beautiful yellow pour, bright white head.  Gentle subtle aroma of, well, it was absolutely 100% Budweiser aroma. I could almost smell the beechwood and rice (yes, they use rice).  Big bright light crisp first sip, playful bubbles (they tickled my nose!), with a lingering Budweiser finish.

Something in Annheuser-Busch beers has always given me a headache. I've been told by brewer friends that there is something they put in the beer to make the head white that often doesn't agree with some people. Well, I am one of them, and I waited for the headache as I sipped each sip, sip after sip, until my glass was empty.  The head ache will come soon enough, I guess.

But I have seen the light.  I have been missing this experience for most of my life and now I feel free. I have grown SO tired of craft beer, so tired of the bourbon barrel aging, so tired of the hop varietals, so tired of the brettomyces, so tired of the wild yeasts running free. So tired of the collaborations, the blends, the bombers, the brewpubs, the tickets for Pliny the Elder and his son/nephew, Pliny the Younger, so weary of the wait for Pliny the Great Grandfather and Pliny The Grandmama.  I mean, what ever happened to simple , plain yellow beer with a bubbly white head (that tickles your nose!)?

This is my beer now.The voice of George Clooney in all those Bud commercials has finally broken through and spoken to me. And I have heard. And I have acted on what I have heard. And I have drunk the bright yellow beer and it was good. I can endure the headaches.

I'm a Bud man now.