O.k. I confess. My brew makes me a doper.
Which means I\'m also a hypocrite.The grains that go into my
brew could be food for starving children.Therefore I\'m also a
child abuser for stealing the grain for my brew habit.
Many drug cartels also enjoy the brew.Which means my behavior
is similar to those I despise. Also the workers in the
barley,wheat & hops fields are exploited migrant workers who
are barely paid enough to buy their drugs from the drug cartels.
Therefore the drug cartels use these people as servant slaves to get
their brew so the migrant workers can get their drugs
from the people who work for the cartels.Then they get the brew
that the migrant workers slave for.So I\'m also part of a slave trade
empire of exploited migrant grain growers who are used by the cartels
to get their brew of which I also enjoy.
Now this brew has to be cooked,bottled and shipped to the location of which
I partake of my brew.This also contributes greatly to our global warming problem.
A huge amount of energy is used to get me my brew. Once I get my brew
I have to use a big part of my income to feed my brew habit.
This brew money could be better used for a noble charity like
SAVE THE EXPLOITED MIGRANT WORKERS OF GRAIN GROWERS.
This would raise the quality of their lives greatly which means
better resources for which they will be able to buy their drugs.
Now that they have the drugs they want they will be able to sell the
drugs back to the cartels who used them for servants.
When the cartels are late with the drug payments the migrant
farmers can make the cartels into the servants they once were.
So now the new cartels who were the migrant grain
growers have control of the beer market.They decide to triple
the price of beer of which I indulge upon.So now I can\'t afford
to get my brew.I resort to stealing band equipment to fuel
my brew addiction.Now there\'s no band with equipment
to play their music on. The musicians have resort to stealing from
patrons at clubs drinking beer so they can buy their equipment.
I get robbed of my beer money and have a
**** fit!
Now I have to sell drugs to get the money I need to support my brew addiction.
I can\'t sell my dope because some jerk-off convinced everybody that the
drugs funded bad people who exploited migrant farm workers growing grain
for the brew I desire.
So I take all my drugs and drop dead and never have another beer again!
