I mean, the dems and repugs haven't even officially nominated their party's candidates for the 2008 presidential election. They're just 'presumptives,' yet it seems the race is on.
And so the slings and arrows have been flying already, two months before the official presidential race begins.
I realize what a dirty word "liberal" has been so successfully made into by the extreme Right. Christ, they even hate some war heroes and the American Civil Liberties Union. While it is the goal of these extremists to dismantle all fucking laws of the land save for the ones they've written to protect their own asses, I shouldn't be surprised. But obviously I'm insane, hence my depression.
But to scare the shit out of Kansas voters, republicans have labeled Obama the "Most Liberal Senator" in their attack ads. That confuses me because Obama says he can abide with and vote for the senate's impending decision to further erode our Fourth Amendment by granting immunity to telecoms for illegally eavesdropping on Americans, thereby pardoning the Bush administration for their part in the whole ugly and illegal scheme.
So what does that make a senator Dodd or Feingold who are willing to filibuster against such a bill? Extremists? Traitors? Communists bastards or, maybe, they're just defenders of the original rights granted us under our former Constitution, the liberal bastards! I know, I know! These are irrational questions by someone who's obviously lost their mental equilibrium. It's the reason I shy away from politics.
To save my receding hairline from advancing faster than it already is (by pulling my hair out), Mrs. Dada and I agreed it would be nice to get out of town yesterday afternoon. Hence, we arranged to meet with dear friends in Las Cruces for a mid-afternoon lupper (lunch/supper) over some excellent crafted beers.
Having been too long since our last visit to the best microbrewery within 190 miles of El Paso (to include El Paso), we agreed to rendezvous at the High Desert Brewing Co.
Here then are a couple of photos from yesterday's jaunt.
If you look both ways before stepping off the curb to take a picture outside the High Desert (probably zoned for light industrial enterprise), look east, aim, and shoot, you'll come out with something like this. This then is a picture of the beautiful Organ Mountains that cradle Las Cruces and the Mesilla Valley.
I have a particular affection for the Organ Mountains, having spent three years of my life nestled in their bosom and protected from the Vietnam war on their eastern side on isolated White Sands Missile Range.
A small unpresumptuous sign above a small unpresumptuous building announces you have found the High Desert Brewing Company. My first time here, I didn't realize the thrill of my discovery until departing it and looking back at this sign. I knew then I had found something truly special!
A small front "porch" patio welcomes visitors before entering. It was deserted when we arrived at 3:30, but occupied by more than a few as we were leaving.
Someone once said, "I drink to make other people interesting." I suppose there's some validity to that elsewhere, but I've never found that to be necessary here. The High Desert is always populated with interesting people. From many visits over the years, Mrs. Dada and I have entered strangers, soon to find ourselves among friends.
I believe it was Humphrey Bogart who said, "The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind." Maybe that's what prompted me to say in reply to the waiter's welcome as we entered the High Desert, "Feel free to sit anywhere you like," with "Oh, wow, a place where one of our few remaining freedoms still exist!" I detected sounds of approval from some, and craning necks from others to see who the hell had just said that.
At the High Desert, a vast majority of patrons always appreciate those freedoms we still retain. More than the great beer, that's what makes it *so special*!