Biography

RWP was born in Manchester, in the north of England, in the late 1950s, so he is very old. He really liked the north of England, which by 1965 was hip and had three TV channels, and where he went to a coed school. His parents, for reasons best known to themselves, then yanked him away, to Belfast and then Dublin, which had one TV channel that started up at 6 pm with the Angelus (Catholic call to prayer). He also had to go to an all boys school, where he realized he really missed girls. This probably let him focus on schoolwork, though, and at age 19, after he had finished college, he set off for America, where he still resides. He has a bachelors degree in biochemistry and a Ph.D. from Harvard in biophysics, and has lived also in Mainz, Germany, Setauket NY, and Richland WA. He currently divides his time between Nebraska, Rosslyn VA, and Florida.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Outrage number 1: Irish Car-Bomb Stout.

So the Blue Blood Brewing Company, a usually reliable producer of drinkable beer, have decided to honor the feast day of our holy St. Patrick with a substance abhorrently named Irish Car Bomb Stout. You bastards. Do you know how many of my fellow countrymen were killed or maimed by car bombs in my lifetime? I myself was close enough to one to be knocked over -- I was a minute away from being killed -- and saw bodies lying in the street after the explosion. Why don't you, for February, concoct a Slavery Stout, or for May, a Drug-cartel Jalapeno Weizen?

Heck, if you love terrorism so much, how about a Tsarnaev Brothers' Boston Ale? I have a slogan for you. "The Dzhokhar's wild!" Hilarious, huh?

Because you wouldn't dare, that's why! But sure, let's make fun of other people's misfortune. You rotten bastards.

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