Foreword:  A lot has happened over the last week.  I want to thank everyone that signed my change.org petition, as it appears to have convinced Trader Jose to keep its culturally appropriative name.  I know, typically a petition with fewer than 100 signatories doesn’t have this kind of impact, but this is an odd time to be alive. Thank you.

A couple weeks ago I was walking my dogs through a neighborhood where I rented a small cabin.  Nice neighborhood in the middle of the woods but my dogs decided upon opening the liftgate to sprint through the neighborhood into the woods.  I had to walk them on leash after that to make sure they were able to fulfill their dirty, sinful business.

This is my review of Two Pitchers Nordic Jam Lager

In some Ancap circles the idea of determining one’s ability for self-governance has been floated around as a form of lithmus test.  The test?

The grocery store cart return.

You don’t need to return the cart to the cart return, but you are helping the guy making minimum wage to collect them from time to time.  Its a small gesture you are doing at the request of grocery store.  Not doing it in some cases can be a real pain in the ass for the guy collecting them, even though there is no penalty.  Anybody that ever had to collect shopping carts in an icy parking lot can attest to this.  If you can accomplish such a task, you are capable of self-govenance.

I think a better example is if you can clean up after a pet.  Which was a problem I had in this neighborhood.

The property lines were not well-defined just by looking, and many had a small ravine along the road for drainage.  Since it backed a national forest, many other critters left their mark along the neighborhood and the homeowners didn’t seem to mind.  They didn’t even clear out the brush.  I concluded it was probably fine if my dogs did what they needed to do along the road, nobody would care.  If they walked into the driveway and squatted it was a different issue.  I later packed a grocery bag for the afternoon walk in case it was needed.

The next morning a lady’s dog ran, off leash into the driveway of the house I was renting.  I was sitting on the porch reading while it did exactly that—crap in the dirt driveway.  The owner picked it up when she realized I was watching.  Which means she needs to be governed by people with guns…

Yesterday however, I was walking them again in my neighborhood and one walked into someone’s lawn and let it loose.  I dutifully picked up after my dog and tied off the bag.  The problem?  It was trash day and I found a convenient trash can marked City of Phoenix a few houses down, placed on the street for collection the following day.  Two more houses down a guy that appears to have seen the whole thing, gave me a dirty look but said nothing to me as I passed by.  This reminds me of a Slappy the Squirrel cartoon, where Slappy tosses out a soda can in front of another squirrel’s house.  She tells her not to toss it in her can, and the hilarity ensues.  Now the schtick with Slappy the Squirrel, is Slappy is an absolute cunt.  You shouldn’t be like Slappy right?

Probably not.  It wasn’t my trash can I dropped my dog’s deuce into.  Anybody that’s ever seen The Star Chamber is well aware, the trash in the trash can is YOUR trash and thus would require a warrant if they ever want to look.  Is it wrong to drop a tied-off bag of excrement into somebody else’s trash can?

It occurred to me recently when I watched a truck marked City of Phoenix run into my recycling can while trying to pick it up, spraying my empty beer bottles all over the street, wrecking the can.  Then giving me a new can marked City of Phoenix two weeks later along with a citation for “bagging” my recyclables…They made it clear it is not MY trash can and they wouldn’t collect my empty beer bottles if it didn’t say City of Phoenix on the can—in the manner they require it be disposed.  Its clearly not that guy’s can either.

…or maybe I’m not capable of self-governance.  Whatever, fuck off slaver.

 

This beer is surprisingly good!  Even if it is fruity, it was light, refreshing, and didn’t leave me thinking I just threw away $10 for a six pack.  Highly recommended when it is hot out.  Two Pitchers Nordic Jam Lager:  4/5