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Civilization on the Edge

You simply cannot trust the people you brunch with!
They will turn you in for violating Prohibition!
You may take my word for it:  we are surrounded by
Carrie Nations who are trying to turn us into gangsters
by denying hard-working, coal-mine-and-sweatshop-grimy,
honest, ordinary beer drinkers into a nation of sneaky,
cocktail-sipping, white-gloved dandies who pray in public
and drink in private, and who report us to the police!


And I commend them!


My favorite local brew pub and restaurant has a Sunday brunch and--would you not know?--someone turned them in to the police for serving wine and beer with brunch on Sunday morning!  On Sunday morning!  When good citizens do not eat brunch and swill alcohol, but when they go to Holy Communion, instead, and drink wine!  (Except for those who go to brunch at the pub and report what they see to the police.)

I have no doubt, personally, that the owners of the restaurant knew that we have a law that says, in essence that, on Sunday mornings, you have to get your alcohol at church, so I do not protest on their behalf.  I protest on my own behalf.  I do not want wine for breakfast.  On most days, anyway.  Well, on some days.  I have beer enough.

So let them be punished for not understanding that, while beer and wine are obviously beneficial to health and well-being, nobody should have beer and wine available--even if one chooses not to drink it, oneself-- on Sunday mornings, which was probably the day when Jesus turned water into wine, and even if that was not the day, it should have been.

Hypocrisy!  I hate it!  I do not know who reported the local brew pub and restaurant to the police for serving wine to other people, but I want to commend them--here and now--for being grown-ups!  I want to commend them, and not only them, but all those legislators, and the people who elected them, who are saving us from ourselves, for having passed those laws in the first place!

If we do not take a stand on what is good, and true, and beautiful, on what is pure, and untouched, and holy, who will?  Civilization came close to the edge this week!

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 9, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    I have many fears about my world.
    I feel a bit better knowing you are out there giving them hell.
    Thanks dude, I hear you.

    ReplyDelete

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