Rough Stone Rolling

I love a good laugh in the morning. Today I was greeted with this article in my inbox:

“EVANGELICAL LETTER: “GALVANIZE SUPPORT AROUND MITT ROMNEY, SO MR. GIULIANI ISN’T THE UNINTENDED BENEFICIARY OF OUR DIVIDED SUPPORT AMONG SEVERAL CANDIDATES”: A prominent evangelical supporter of Mitt Romney has written a memorandum to 150 conservative Christian leaders, warning of the prospect of Rudolph W. Giuliani or Hillary Rodham Clinton in the White House and making the case to rally around Mr. Romney.”

Forgive the phrasing, but it really gave me a Jew for Jesus feeling. “Hey, go with the religious guy. At least he prays– not to OUR God, but, hey.”

Okay, so while I’m smirking I’m also thinking this guy, Mark DeMoss, is making uncharacteristic sense by saying what I (and I’m sure a lot of you) have thought all along: If the Religious Right doesn’t want a godless she-devil or unchristian liberal in the White House, they’d best swallow their pride and vote for the faux-Christian. I feel for them, though, they ARE in a quandary. How to get behind such a move after blasting Mormons as Satan’s spawn lo these many years (and making a good living at it, too)? If they decide the Mittster’s the man, it will be fun to watch the spin doctors go to work.

*sigh*… Another after-hours Thirsty Thursday beerfest at the office. Lately it seems every social activity there is a beer break, wine tasting, mojito bender or margarita party. After all, it isn’t a fun time unless you’re anesthetized. I’ve dropped little hints from time to time, hoping for the planners to come up with an activity I could enjoy, too, and today they found the solution: Buckler. Created by the nice people at Heineken, Buckler is the KING of non-alcoholic beers. I have to admit, compared to the other tasteless swill offered to designated drivers, it’s not bad. And it was so nice of my colleagues to get me to shut up think of me like that. Today I stood in the circle (”How’s that Buckler, Dave?” “Hey, can I get you another Buckler?”). Today I was a man. Non-alcoholic beer was made for Mormons, you know. Studies have shown it causes alcoholics to relapse, so it’s not for them, and no self-respecting partyer will to drink it– even if they are the driver that night. They’d nurse ginger ales first. So, it’s up to us. Appearance of evil? It’s hot cocoa in a Starbuck’s cup– they all know I’ve got the Shirley Temple.

On a final note, you haven’t lived until you’ve listened to a Celtic punk band. Might I suggest Blackout by the Dropkick Murphys? Go directly to cut #8, “The Dirty Glass”. Ne’er hast rock made one so wistful, so yearning for the lowlands. Another Buckler, darlin’, and keep ‘em comin’.