It Takes Two

Yesterday I was privileged to enjoy a Battle of the Paddle India Pale Lager. A collaboration between Hopworks Urban Brewery in Portland, Oregon and Bitburger from Germany, this tasty beverage leaned more toward the lager end of the spectrum. I was not mad. It was the perfect pint for a warm spring day at just under 6% ABV. This would be great out of can on the river or the beach. Make it happen, Hopworks!

Yesterday I also felt badly for the citizens of Baltimore. While I cannot condone violence, I will not judge it. It also should not prevent protesters from gathering in public places. Nor should it result in discriminatory curfews and extra judicial renditions.

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Never Judge A Human Being Until You Have Walked A Mile In Their Shoes

Hello, internet.

The above title is a truism that seems to have been overlooked yet again.

Society identifies me as a white male. I have been economically marginalized to a certain degree for my entire life.

That is the extent of my own experience with oppression.

Therefore logically and spiritually I have no grounds to pass judgement on the actions of a particular group of other different human beings.

Until you have been systemically oppressed since the founding of this nation you are not allowed to pass judgement in any way on a marginalized individual or group.

With love, please shut the fuck up.

Those That Have Come Before Me

Lately I have been having a lot of deep thoughts and strong feels.

I have been extremely frustrated because I have not had the energy to wake up early and write and after a long day of stressful work I have been too tired to sit down and write after making dinner, doing dishes, and the other normal tasks that take up an evening when you are a husband, father, and 21st century global citizen.

This “situation” has caused me to ponder how the writers that have come before me who have had to work a day job and/or have been parents have overcome these obstacles.

I’m guessing I just don’t have the drive that they did.

Or maybe it has been too much pints and not enough protest.

I have to laugh as I downed the last bit of a pint after I typed that sentence.

Struggling with how fucked shit it is makes me glad for a well crafted pint…that and being able to listen to Das Racist go in on the Ghostface Nutmeg beat for over 5 minutes.

Sad feels that those dudes broke up, but at least Heemy Heems gave me Eat Pray Thug in 2015.