The certain road to post-election happiness…
…is to own a liquor store. You win either way: those who are miserable will drink to ease their pain, and those who are ecstatic will be celebrating.
[Hat tip: Fox News interview of owner of wine store.]
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It’s like a license to print money.
That is exactly what the state said to itself when it licensed you to open your store.
I read an article, I think it was in the Wall Street Journal in the early 1970’s about this same thing. Alcohol is a great business and thrives in times of celebration and commiseration. The article also addressed in the 70’s what a good deal a big bottle of booze was compared to the rising prices of other goods.
I guess McCain is real lucky to be married to a pleasant looking woman who owns a beer distributorship.
The psychological adjustment to an Obama victory, for me, has already begun. It consists of trying to resign myself to it. But, it’s hard. I remember what the 1970’s were like. One of America’s worst decades, and for younger Baby Boomers like myself it was hardly a time to be nostalgic about.
I tend not to drown my troubles in booze. I have not been drunk for many, many years. The last time I was, the hangover prompted me to resolve to never do it again. Jack Daniels…
The best thing I know of to console oneself… hard to choose, there are so many.
But first you just have to tell yourself that life goes on and do what you can to help shape the future within your own orbit of control. And then throw yourself into some hobby or activity.
Great video about massive fraud and intimidation by Obama supporters against Hillary supporters in the primaries & caucusses….Go to YouTube and type in “We Will Not Be Silenced” a four part video…There are at least two videos by that name on YouTube..Make sure you get the one about election fraud not the one about Bush…
I’ll drink to that…
Oh well, the cup is still almost half full, at least a little less than half the country still hasn’t lost their marbles…
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
Unless you owned a liquor store… 😉
This split is unavoidable and essentially eternal: there always were and would be Temple builders, and Babel Tower builders, and they have different psychology. The first are humble participants in a divine plan, and behave accordingly, and the second – arrogant and self-aggrandizing rebels against this plan, replacing it with various utopias of their own making. The first see human nature as immutable, tainted with original sin and needed in cultural correction; the second believe that it does not exist naturally and is only a cultural construct, pliable to arbitrary change. This fallacy eventually leads to collapse of a vogue plan of the Tower erection, and to a new cycle of great awakening, reestablishing of traditional values and later of rebellion against them, giving rise to a new and doomed project of Tower erection.
Paradoxically, but repeated collapses of Towers are also parts of the divine plan of the Temple construction: they prepare soil for new seeds. Thus, collapse of Communism prepared conditions for world-wide surge of democracy and capitalism. Collapse of Lindon Johnson’s Great Society made possible Reagan conservative revolution; and advances of a secular and socialist Zionist project, which also fail with decline of Kibbutz project, prepared conditions for religious settler’s movement. The mammoth project of American Revolution admits both interpretation – as a Tower and as The Temple, and this ambiguty is the nerve of the present culture war.
Reminds me of the old joke: “Did you hear about the [ethnic group] version of “The Agony and the Ecstasy? The [ethnic] marries someone a [member of a different group]. That’s “agony.” It turns out the [ethnic of a different group]’s father is a liquor distributor. That’s ecstasy.”
Fortunately I live in Michigan, which oddly enough is one of the chief fronts in the Great American Beer Revolution. I already have some double IPA in the refrigerator, 9.6% alcohol by volume, and a couple of those on election night if necessary will put me right out.
My extended family has been discussing a move to the ranch in Wyoming. My wife and I closed our California house two months ago and are, temporarily, the largest employers in the county getting the guest houses ready; topping up the fuel tanks and putting in a second propane tank for the possible in-migration.
We’ve been emulating our LDS neighbors for years and it is comforting to tick off the sides of beef aging in the cool house and freezers, the shelves of canned goods from the garden and orchard and the shrink wrapped pallets. We took some “hobby ranch” grief years ago when we bought the place. None lately. Nothing like a little healthy paranoia.
Alas, here in the soviet of Washington, all the liquor stores are owned by the state! We can’t seem to win for losing on this one…