...on An Age Which Should Not Pass

My bartender is a Bircher.

That would be an adherent to the principles of the John Birch Society to those not in the know.

That did not stop him from pouring me a free shot, and that's what America is all about. That and air conditioning.

More barblogging tonight. But I was going to go off on an era that will soon close.

Excruciatingly precise point of sale terminals. RFID collars on liquor bottles. There will soon come a generation that will not know the free shot or after-hours drinking.

I pity the future. I used to envy it. Once it was the age of starships and immortality and a Culture style of living.

Not now. The future can only be Mad Max in these dark times. Blame your parents kids. This is what they wanted for you.