While the review queue winds on like the river of microplastics and C. diff diarrhea that it is, it makes sense to revisit some favorite beers, like this austere IPA which delivers a bit of a punch but mostly a beer experience that is more like drinking wine.
Maybe some of you drink wine; it always seemed to complicated to me and worst of all, French. How do you enjoy a tipple when you are thinking of the French Revolution a.k.a. the Greatest Screwup in History? But it has that spare flavor of acidic dried fruit instead of the gooey normal version.
Fortunately it keeps its flavor profile relatively consistent and shows us why people like India Pale Ales: this is about as far from a soft drink or box wine rosé as you can get, full of grain flavor that feels more militant and delivers a light summer drinking experience any time of the year.
Tags: hopadillo, hopadillo juicy, IPA, karbach brewing
“What is the best in life?” To crush your enemies… and to…
WRONG!
To get shitfaced for 8 hours on whatever cheap supermarket hard liquor you can find, forget the beer, it’ll be the best time of your life.
You go gurl. The problem with cocaine is that its extremely mid. A mild 20-30 minute kick with tachycardia for what, like, 30 bucks?
Get the fuck out, you can get a lot higher by just meditating. It’s a drug for rich brats that don’t have enough time to socialize properly. Alcohol and weed are way stronger.
The problem with cocaine is that often resellers cut the shit out of it to increase profits, and the production plants try to also reduce as much cost as possible which leads to a weaker product.
I only did coke once, it barely kept me awake in the after-party. My gen x friends in Colombia tell me the shit you could get in the 90s and before would send you to the moon in euphoria, and for longer even. Coke dick was probably less of a problem too.
No, I did the good shit and it’s still garbage… but hear me out, the secret to everything is the almighty alcohol!
In order for coke to give you the 10/10 high, you have to mix it with alcohol, and even weed, and I did just that, I got so fucking high, I couldn’t sleep for an entire day, but be warned, you need a strong heart, or else you might fucking die. Good thing I have good genes, superior genes in order to feel the best that life has to offer.
You didn’t do the good shit, because I have, and I can tell you it’s fucking awesome and I wound up fucking all night. But it’s hard to find and drugs are kind of stupid anyway.
It’s because I’m a mutant. I have ridiculous tolerance, so I needed to get lethal doses.
feel that
You think this could be bought online and shipped to Europe?
Alcohol considered a fire hazard, plus liquids are just a huge shipping hassle because of weight. Probably not, but where’s the Hessian armada sailing Mother Ocean and slitting throats?
What is it with these cartoony artworks, these cannot be respectable beer brands.
Art thou hipster?
Does look very gay. I refuse to buy any booze in loud multicolored packaging on principle.
Have to market to the up and coming consumer base of narcissist morons.
When I drink wine I like to think about slave boy orgies but IPAs are some real faggot shit
Brett, do you still do those other blogs, the U.S.A one and that Onan9A stuff? I’m asking because this blog is fast becoming little more than shilling for made-up bands and beers. That’s right: I refuse to believe this beer exists, Brett; much like your self-vaunted aesthetic discernment and taste.
Hey Brett,
I just watched “The Price of Diversity is Alienation” podcast you did with Baron Vonaphid a few weeks back. At one point you mention that there’s a budding movement of people in texas going mostly off the grid living in trailers with minimal or no electricity usage. That type of lifestyle has become increasingly appealing to me after years of living in suburbs and now in a rotting city. Do you know anyone living the aforementioned lifestyle, and could you put me in contact with them? I’d love to know some of their stories, as I’m not sure how to get my foot of the ground in that path.
Thanks
>Right now many on the Right are calling for firing those who express sentiments approving of the killing. In my view, this is a mistake: civilization is built on the exchange of free ideas, which is an ends-over-means methodology, since instead of taking any methods off the table, we consider the goal first and use what is appropriate to achieve it.
>In addition, consider that if we endorse cancel culture, we are strengthening cancel culture. If anything, cancel culture needs to be canceled, which means that we have to stop firing, unfriending, ostracizing, or debanking people for their political opinions. Whatever those opinions are.
The boomer dies hard in you. We simply need to destroy leftism and completely neuter leftists. The current threat to civilisation is not some danger to our “marketplace of ideas”.
In any case, there is no free exchange of ideas, never was, just a loose spectrum of acceptable expression. Civilisation is built on genetically robust white men. When such people are in charge the boundaries of speech are virtuous. But malformed leftists have crept en masse into our legal-democratic-capitalist complex, captured speech, and use it to reward their allies and punish their enemies. Now is a fantastic opportunity to destroy all of that.
Disqus has its ups and downs. In the meantime, unless you are going to destroy Leftism personally, our civilization needs a consensus among the 2-5% of people who actively do anything. That is where we are. The Redbeardian fantasies are just that.
Charlie Kirk was a giant faggot that endorsed a)christianity and b) child rape pregnancy.
Barely had any idea who this guy was before he was shot. Just a whole bunch of right hypocrites yelling “don’t celebrate his death” (even though they celebrated deaths themselves, as they should, just don’t say the other side can’t do it). As a rational adult, I also thought it was wrong to dance on his grave, but over the weekend, seeing these Obama Deranged Syndrome lunatics calling for civil war over it, it changed my mind. I DO want to dance on his grave! Not only do I want to dance on it, I want to piss, shit and masturbate on it, hopefully summoning the wanky shit demon in the process.
It’s funny how the right still thinks it isn’t mainstream anymore: that its counterculture. If anything that counterculture thing to do is to “celebrate the faggot’s death.”
Fuck Charlie Kirk, fuck Trump (who’s still on the Epstein List) and send these cancelling faggots right to the death camps, where fat, short danger hair dykes will flip the switch.
There’s only true KIRK and that is the JOHNSON
What’s weird is that even with the edgy cranked up to 11, yours is by far the easiest and safest position to take; you can step out your front door each morning with complete confidence.
https://youtu.be/6ShGiluElEY
The optimism towards midwits like Charlie Kirk “taking action” is more palatable to reasonable people, who are at least keeping one wary eye open on the lookout for decency, than is the bitter truth that he’s just another stooge in the freakshow stumbling towards tragedy and taking anyone naive enough to follow along with him. But having any kind of emotional investment in his death is retarded anyway.
Mmkay. Well whatever the case, one thing we can all agree on is that there is no way to armchair ourselves back to sanity.
We can start talking about sanity when 7 billion people have quickly died.
The new Kaeck leaked, and this is my short review:
Keyboard elements similar to “Strijd” were more prominent this time, and the apocalyptic black magic driven atmosphere of the previous album is nicely continuated upon without forgetting about “Stormkult”, but more cinematic and intentionally disjointed. The vocals are also more serious with less goofball experimentation, which imho is a good thing.
For me, while not perfect, is another keeper like anything Kruit-meister previously did.
Someone told me recently about Brett playing bass in an 80s demo band called Bad Heaven. The same person also said the band sounded like an even more faggoty version of Mercyful Fate. I’ve also heard a few times that Brett is the fat dude from early DRI, though this seems doubtful if Brett’s musicianship is truly as undeveloped as his general understanding of music.
Anyone able to confirm any of these rumours should do so here. Whilst
unsubstantiated hearsay is to be avoided — Brett surely has enough tin cans and firecrackers already tied to his tail — please do not attempt to help verify your claims by publishing your identity or other credentials within this august hall of record. Rather, send copies of your driver’s licence, US citizenship papers, certificate of pedigree, and your credit card details, directly to Brett, who will then delete your comment if it is true.
Someone else once told me that history is written by the victors. How untrue that seems now, alas.
Ah the olde curse ‘o the interwe(e)bz.
If you have to agree with someone 100% of the time or else the universe implodes, then that’s some top tier sheeple-fagfest right there.
This site has always been hit and miss like every other place because nothing is perfect.