B.S. the O.G. of Words and Wine

Oh Antoinette, where for art thou?

Modern lexicon and the world's vernacular has been forever changed by technology...which is a good thing since modern thought can barely make it to 140 characters as it is, lol! But omd (oh mon dieu) First we had Brexit, then MAGA, now we may have Frexit. Then the Greeks will Grexit, but what if Germany wants to get off the euro bandwagon...we'll have to call it Grrrexit...oh Grrreat, they'll have to elect Tony the Tiger, or maybe even T.   I.  Double Ga.  Er! 
You know who I'm talking about, LMAO! Well I'm not a wordsmith and I didn't sleep in a Holiday Inn Express last night...but the world needs some hard truths right now and it can be found in two places. First in the words of the greatest wordsmith before Snoop Dogg, Bill Shakespeare (aka O.G.), who's life and death we commemorate this week (fo shizzle my nizzles). Then of course...Wine, because the "wine cup is the little silver well where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell." Shakespeare (BS for you tweeters) knew it was wise to bury the hatchet not in the back of your rivals, but rather with a "...bowl of wine, in this bury all unkindness." Caeser didn't provide wine, so Brutus went with option 1, as Caesar exclaimed,  "et tu Brute?"  Which translates roughly as "but the champagne is on the way!" Don't let history repeat itself...get your wine cellar stocked anon! Then all you world leaders follow the lead of Othello and pop a cork instead of a cap because "good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used." Time to transition to warm weather wines and time to be the life of your party whether it be Republican, Democrat, or Toga. Be like Shakespeare...let the B.S. flow, break out the cases of wine, join the one party everyone likes because "...good wine needs no bush," and once you start poppin corks you'll be Notorious! A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape...Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do...What we came to do, ain't that right boo (true)"I love it when you call me big poppa" Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player.

And in honor of B.S. I give you a retread of my O.G. remix of Shakespeare's most famous sonnet,  #18 "What is life without vintage cabernet"

What is life without vintage cabernet?
Tis sure less lovely and less opulent:
Rough winds do shake the budding vines of May,
And summer's lease shall too shortly be spent:
Sometime too hot for vintages to shine,
And often the clouds and coolness dimm'd;
And per chance as not, grapes nectar decline,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But for the select their worth shall not fade
Nor lose the beauty that Bacchus owest;
Nor shall intemperate summer cast shade,
And once in bottle eternal growest:
So long as men can breathe and senses taste,
So long lives this, must drink wine must make haste!

Word!

Remember the Alamo(s)

Ironically, life is full of irony Antoinette, 

Many Americans believe Fake News and alternative facts are a new phenomenon. In truth though, our history is littered with falsehoods and irony. As a nation of equal parts puritan and prurient, teetotaler and tipler we might seem to be a little schizophrenic, but actually we obfuscate to protect the innocent. "Listen my children and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere..." Longfellow the poet, not the porn star, educated generations of Americans about the start of the Revolution and why we commemorate Patriot Day today. (I don't want to deflate you Tom, but this is about 'merica, ugg!) But the truth is Revere was heading to a dinner party in Lexington with Hancock, the lawyer not the porn star, and Sam Adams, the beer maker not the beer. However, the menu hadn't been set and Paul was bringing the wine. Of course we know the rule, red meat-red wine, white meat white wine...so they'd signal from the North Church...Red if by land, white if by sea. (It was done covertly because they didn't want the limeys crashing the party and confiscating their wine) Twas not to be though. Angry at not being invited, and with the party still going strong, the British party crashers ubered to Lexington where things got out of hand. With tension high, and memory of the last party that got out of hand in Boston Harbor fresh on everyone's mind, it was the wrong moment to open another bottle of bubbly.  "The cork heard round the world" set off the melee that led to the good ol US of A and the original Brexit. But the colonists knew we had to protect the children from the effects of alcohol so some alternative facts got into the official record. It became one if by land..., the shot heard round the world.., and Boston puritans blamed Long Islanders from New York for spiking the ice tea at the famous '73 rave. Wine is essential for parties and for nation states. Just ask the Texans who celebrate their independence and rallying cry this week with the defeat of that non Malbec drinking dictator Santa Ana at the Battle of San Jacinto. Then go on to annex the United States ten years later. A truth later distorted by alternative facts and media bias. But not to worry, we aren't greedy, we left the Brits Alanis and Canada but...it's a black fly in your chardonnay. It's a death row pardon 2 minutes too late. And isn't it ironic...don't you think.

In Re: Wine Is a Moveable Feast

Here comes Peter Cottontail Antoinette,

There are many Reasons to drink wine. Reunion of those separated, Refuge for those needing shelter, Resurrection for those needing life, Recompense for those needing a Refund, and Refills for those unwise enough to have given up alcohol for lent. Thank the Lord for this week and for wine! We're not just celebrating some made up national day like today's National Siblings Day, oh brother! Or National Farm Animals Day. Take it easy Scotland,  Baaaaaaa!🐑 No we are talking about the Judeo-Christian foundations of western civilization. It's Passover, so let the manischewitz flow while sitting down to tonight's Seder, then throw in the Ten Commandment's dvd and watch western civilization's first action hero, Moses, (the NRA didn't choose Charlton Heston for nothing) save the day and his people. Remember wine is kosher (for the most part😆)! Go ahead and celebrate Reunion while you're at it since yesterday marks the anniversary of Grant and Lee fulfilling Lincoln's pledge of an undivided house by laying down arms and sharing a bottle of Horton Norton in Wilbur McLean's parlor. And as tax deadline approaches, Remember that wine is taxed at a third of the rate of liquor so keep more for yourself, and it's also good for you so you'll live longer. Remember, it's a sure thing that if you die before you file your taxes you can't write yourself off as a deduction...just saying. And finally, the end of the week brings hope to those of us needing Redemption as JC gave us a get out of jail free card and a chance for us to give a somber toast for our failings. Of course weekends don't end on Friday and rule number 1 says never let a guy named Pontius have the last word. He can have fun with his crazy exercise system*, and let the man in birkenstocks Resurrect our spirits by becoming the "life of the party" and rising to the occasion. Just save me the seat next to the Easter Bunny, he's a good egg. Jah come to break down 'pression, rule equality, Wipe away transgression, set the captives free ...Exodus, movement of Jah people...

Celebrate life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness...otherwise known as wine! Jah feel me?

*pilates...get it?  😉

Sound check...one, two!

Do you hear that Antoinette?

Ah, the sounds of spring America. The gentle showers that tap on your rooftop; the warming breezes from the south telling you to get to the gym because it's almost beach season; and you can almost hear the Cherry Blossoms and Dogwood buds opening while the birds chirp incessantly outside your window at 5:00a.m. Sorry, I digress. More importantly, the first week of April ends the winter doldrums, as we spring forward to the yearly ritual of what really makes America Great Again...the beautiful sound of a symphony of sports. The swish of the game winning shot to end March Madness, the ping of the well struck golf ball at golf's first major...the Master's, and of course the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd as America's pastime launches another season. Did the Cubs really finally win? And what goes perfectly with the sounds of all seasons...that's right...the pop of the cork. Tonight's winner between the Zags and Heels will be popping corks of Piper Heidsick while the loser will be doing the same with Blanc du Bleu (get it,😆), because...well you know the saying, celebration or consolation creates circumstances commanding the curative contents of a sparkling chardonnay, et al! And by week's end, some lucky guy will be drinking Champagne out of a trophy while wearing a green jacket left over from St Paddy's Day festivities as millions of viewers watch, while drinking wine, and claiming, "I can make that shot!" (Word to the wise, don't pop the cork in the back swing...it's rude, and can cause injury, FORE!) And finally...America's Pastime! I can hear it now...the ball hitting the mitt, the crack of the bat, roar of the crowd, hot dog vendors, the pretzel guy, kids demanding Dippin Dots, and of course, the always present wine guy,  "sauvignon blanc, ice cold sauvignon blanc here." That's right...baseball and wine...reminds me of what that famous oenophile Jean Girard said to Ricky Bobby, "...tastes like America." Well that sounds good to me! Enjoy the week of sports, good luck if you have anybody left playing tonight, recline in your Lazyboy, pop a cork of the good stuff, be the Boss, then start singing in your head...drink until you get your fill...and just sit back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of Glory Days.

Batter up!