Today is the 75th anniversary of the repeal of prohibition. On this day in 1933, Utah became the 36th state to ratify repeal.
Needless to say, it’s a good excuse to raise a glass of whatever beverage you enjoy. And I’ve prepared a little toast to help out.
Let’s drink to the 30s, when prohibition was spiked, bank failures and pink slips, gee, what was that like?
Let’s drink the the winter, to snowfall in piles, better ice in our glass than under our tires.
Let’s drink to the bankers, their bailout so risky, here’s hoping they choke on their pricey Scotch whisky.
Let’s drink to the Big 3, their pleas have been heard, too bad those Toyotas drink gas like a bird.
Let’s drink to the feds and red tape irritating, flood victims should get a feedom medal for waiting.
Let’s drink to the City, a penny tax it endorses, but will it apply to pitchforks and torches?
Here’s to the Lug, our tall handsome prince, but let’s empty our glasses before he taxes our drinks.
Let’s drink to George W., and his freedom thirst, we’d call him with thanks but he tapped our phones first.
Let’s drink to Barack, of great change he does dream, and that’s why he’s hiring Bill Clinton’s old team.
And finally, to Christmas, I raise a tall glass, let’s try to make merry without losing our spirit.