Wednesday, July 29, 2009


It's all about tender negotiations. It begins with admitting you were wrong, and even earlier by taking a breath, gathering information and choosing your words carefully. It was about racial profiling. Now it's about beer. There are no words of my own that come to mind, so I propose the following toast, adapted slightly from a traditional beer toast. Maybe the President should have this loaded into the teleprompter. :)

For every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every outburst, a beer.

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