Beer-Thirty

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After a weekend kickin' back and takin' bets on which of the guys down the beach a ways celebrating an obligatory Up North testosterone-bonding fishing weekend would fall out of the fishing boat first after consuming mass quantities of hops-based beverages [hint: orange tee-shirt, I'm just sayin'], it was a shock to read this headline:

Source: Anheuser-Busch agrees to InBev buyout

Surely, Mrs. McCain, you didn't have to do this to us. I mean, we've gotten used to outsourcing ... kinda like the crayfish get used to the boiling pot, an inch at a time. Even the sale of most of the Chrysler Building to Abu Dhabi barely produced a yawn.

But this is too much.

Why, it drives all thoughts of the latest financial markets meltdown right out of our beautiful minds. And isn't that a good thing. Because we might have kept following the money thread and started putting two and two together and coming up with five...perfect Bushmath.

Think about it.

During the GHWBush years, the savings and loan crisis, the Neil Bush bailout, the scandal of the Keating Five.... now, the DubyaBush years, total global economic meltdown...and it's the housing money markets again, Freddie and Fanny and IndyMac and 90 players - to - be - named - later and....

At least they're all keepin' it all in the family. And it's the kind of family ties that a librarian would love diggin' into. No, no, not that librarian... This librarian....

At least we've still got the Clydesdales. We do still have the Clydesdales, don't we? Right? Right?
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[Confidential to Mike's Blog Roundup at C&L: thanks for the link!]