The Big Brother
In Trump’s America, ignorance is strength, freedom is slavery, and war is peace. The Republicans in the House, under the leadership of Doubleplusgood Duckspeaker Ryan, have voted to strip you of privacy protections and allow Comcast, Verizon, AT&T, and other Internet Service Providers to monitor and sell your browsing history, app history, location data, and Social Security Numbers.
In this brave new world of corporate innovation, the highest bidder can track you to Room 101 and tempt you to drown your sorrows in a batch of Victory Gin. Sure, it has a sickly, oily smell; tastes like nitric acid; and makes you feel like you’ve been hit on the back of the head with a rubber club; but it burns in your belly and will make you forget for a little while, even if the ISPs will never, ever forget where you’ve been and what you’ve done.
However, Drunk Publius still knows that two plus two does not equal five, has not yet learned to love Big Brother, and recognizes that this Congress is double plus ungood. So our tribute to Victory Gin, unlike the legislation coming out of Congress, is palatable.
Drink a glass or two while you call the members of Congress who voted for this invasion of privacy, and give them an earful.
The Big Brother
- 1 oz. Victory Gin
- dash of Pimms
- 1.5 oz mil pomegranate juice
- 3.5 oz of ruby pink grapefruit juice
Directions: Add all ingredients to cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well, then strain into chilled glass with fresh ice. Garnish with fresh lime wedge and sprig of mint.
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