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The culture and race that brought us

“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
. . .
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?“

has also given us, fittingly, a beverage called “Irish Whiskey”, the consumption of which reminds us that the worst are, indeed, intense.

(Ick. Pain in a bottle.)

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Oh, and Max, my girlfriend is upset that you published a drink called the Snowball. She thought she invented it. Your Dr. Pepper concoction sounds good though, and it was a good read.

Fresh Fish!