4 more beers! 4 more beers!
Everyone chant after me: 4 more beers! 4 more beers! Do this until your vision blurs and you are happy. My guy lost the election and that's the way it is. Am I sad? Hell yeah Dre I'm pissed off and sad. I think the better guy lost and now we are saddled with the inmates running the asylum. It seemed like the population was ready for a change, but I guess not yet. And now like the myth of Sysyphus we must push the rock back up the hill. I think we should push it up with a smile on our faces like we are giving the finger to the folks that put us there. There is a new day dawning my brothers and sisters and cousins and half cousins and step fathers and aunts of the revolution. We shall start a revolution and walk all the way to our local pubs chanting 4 more beers! I would like to leave you with a poem by E.E. Cummings i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of allnothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) Steven JJ (pictured above with Lou Demarco) Poltz