A Forward

A copy-paste from a Forward a friend sent me.

If you mean Whiskey, the devil’s brew, the poison scourge,

the bloody monster that defiles innocence, dethrones reason,

destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea,

literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children;

if you mean that evil drink that topples Christian men and women

from the pinnacles of righteous and gracious living into

the bottomless pit of degradation, shame, despair, helplessness,

and hopelessness, then, my friend . . .
I am opposed to it with every fiber of my being.

However, if by Whiskey you mean the oil of conversation,

the philosophic wine, the elixir of life, the ale that is consumed

when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts

and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean

Christmas cheer, the stimulating sip that puts a little spring

in the step of an elderly gentleman on a frosty morning; if you

mean that drink that enables man to magnify his joy, and to forget

life’s great tragedies and heartbreaks and sorrow; if you mean

that drink the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions

each year, that provides tender care for our little crippled children,

our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitifully aged and infirm, to build

the finest highways, hospitals, universities, and community colleges

in this nation, then my friend,

I am absolutely, unequivocally in favor of it.

This is my position, and as always,

I refuse to compromise on matters of principle.