It is a fact, not commonly acknowledged these days, that we men have it tough. Although it has been true since the dawn of history that having the fateful 'Y' chromosome has always made an individual more likely to face an horrific existence of war, pestilence, mutilation and famine, the modern world, for all it's advantages still has plenty of traps and hazards to pulverize we modern gents. Men are more likely to be the victims of violent crime, more likely to be killed in a motor vehicle accident, more likely to drown, more likely to die from viral diseases, less likely to go to college, more likely to commit suicide, more likely to accidently stab ourselves in the eye socket with a plastic spoon and vastly more likely to become cyborg soldiers who have their legs blown off, yet continue, against all odds, to fight on, dragging ourselves along, through the mud, on our metal elbows. Ok, maybe not those last two but you get the picture.
So in the face of this unrelenting horror that we men call existence - what is it that we want from life? My personal belief is that we men just want to be left alone, free to be able to go the grocery store to buy some bananas and protein bars and a couple of specialty beers from our favourite brewery, and go home and watch TV or play Rocket League. Is that too much ask? I mean, is it?
Unfortunately the Social Engineers, the Public 'Health' and 'Safety' Warriors, the Authoritarians and the school-marmish prudes are trying to stop us from enjoying a decent pint. They won't leave us alone to enjoy our Pilsners and IPAs in peace. Faceless beureaucrats use false statistics, lies and scaremongering to prevent us from drinking and carousing as free men. To hell with them. They'll have to pry my beer out of my cold, dead hand before i'll give it up.
That's the reason I started HOPS of WRATH. If you don't know what that title refers to it's a wordplay on Steinbeck's 'The Grapes of Wrath' about blue collar, poor folk trying to scratch out a living during the great depression. (Oh, you've never read it? GO BACKTO YOUR POXY BUZZFEED AND YOUR FACEBOOK YOU CULTURE DODGING, KNUCKLE DRAGGING, DEAD EYED BLOCKHEADS. HERE DON"T FORGET YOUR COPY OF HERD-FOLLOWERS MONTHLY, BAAAAAAAAA, WOEFUL SHEEP, BAAAAAAAAAA. Sorry.) Anyway, the most famous line in the novel is: "in the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage". Which pretty much sums up how I feel, about our modern existence and the very simple desire of to finish a day of toil with a decent pint.
So if you've had a hard day at work and your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/life-partner is being stroppy, then consider this a safe haven, a quiet space where you have a friend who like to drink a decent beer and reflect on the state of the world without the hectoring and nannying authoritarians who want to beat you down and stop you enjoying the few moments of peace of peace and enjoyment that you have. Like Steinbeck wrote: 'the little screaming fact that sounds through all of history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.'
So always drink responsibly and drive safely, but I hope you'll join with me in pushing back against the busy-bodies who want to stop us from enjoying our hard earned, ice cold, bottle of beer. Stay frosty!