The Primacy of Beer

Seems that maybe early man wasn't so much interested in pan frances. No, it was beer:
http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/0,1518,668642,00.html.

The description of cave dudes discovering the effects of fermented fruit reminds of an episode many years ago where my father in law had been given a large pickle jar of Mexican white lightning from a rancher somewhere in Nuevo Leon. It was awful to look at: discolored with an awful assemblage of rotted fruit and other unidentified matter (maybe small mammals?) in the bottom of the jar. Anyway, that didn't stop him or a collection of various sons in law and other male miscreants from sitting around a table under a big mesquite and getting completely slammed on the stuff. I mean, righteously hammered. The female relatives were not amused, attempting to shame and scold us to the best of their abilities, but it wasn't enough to overcome the sheer power of that liquid. We just went on giggling a lot and rolled around when we would try to get up and even sang songs that we didn't even know we knew. Not something you want to do every day, I guess but we could have been hanging drapes.

I liked what Franklin said about beer; something along the lines of, "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." Words to live by.