Tell me you have become an irrelevant old whyte men’s embittered media outlet, without telling me you’re now an irrelevant old whyte men’s embittered media outlet department:

The boys have at least five posts up, about the unmitigated horrors of Bud Light… being inclusive.

Okay. You guys are so… um… badass! Or… not.

Steve even went so far as to recommend Coors Light, as a more philosophically-pure version of watered down swill — encouraging a brand switch… somewhere on the site (can’t find it now, nor will I waste another second looking for it).

Which is particularly hilarious — because Coors Light is a very proud sponsor of both the NY version and the Chicago version of Gay Pride each year.

All of which brings me to my only real point here: these embittered old jumokes will soon not have a single national brand of soft drinks, clothing, shoes, hats, cars, toothpastes, beers or wines… or for that matter… toilet paper and bedding… they deem “acceptable“.

What then?

Will the boys and their chuckleheaded followers… knit their own clothes from raw wool from sheep raised exclusively on Posse Committatus land, and beef, fed only non-industrial / Cargill feed, in mountainous Idaho and Washington State? Will only Neo-Nazi goods and services suffice?! Will they distill their own moonshine and brew their own bathtub beers?! Will they only watch Soviet sporting events?!

I know. They won’t. But… they will die off, soon enough. Or be put in nursing homes, by their now middle aged adult offspring — who will have grown utterly exasperated with their lunacy and senility.

And that… will be a form or rough justice, boys.

Out.