Uma hilária invenção sobre as cervejas de Obama com os briguentos:
“I’ll tell you what I would have done if I were President Obama. First of all, I wouldn’t give anybody a choice. I’d throw political symbolism out the door. Then, I’d import a keg of Guinness Stout directly from Dublin, because the kegs from Ireland are simply superior to anything out of a bottle or can. Then I’d import a Dublin publican to serve the Guinness because drawing a proper pint is an art that requires vast experience.
Then, I’d sit ’em down at a bar (because I’d bring in the actual pub – this is the White House, it can do anything). “Gates, you, over there. Crowley, you, here. Sit. Publican, draw us some pints!’’
And as that smooth, deep, dark stout begins to pour forth, and the publican perhaps tells a few stories in his rich Irish brogue, a feeling of calm brotherhood settles over the room. You cannot fight over the first Guinness. Add in 10 more pints and a rugby match and you’ve got a riot. But a pint of Guinness in a Dublin bar at the White House? Skip? Jim? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
In the end, the two of them will be doing ads for Guinness. “
No final, o autor pergunta que cervejas seus leitores serviriam na Casa Branca se fossem o Obama.
Felizmente, aqui no Brasil nós não temos que nos submeter as ansiedades proporcionadas pelo Paradoxo da Escolha: ou é Ambev ou é Schin.
Agora, até que dá pra imaginar o Lula fazendo a mesma coisa, digamos, com o Sargento Silveira, um meganha da PM nascido em Santa Catarina, e o Professor Nastácio, lente de cultura afro-brasileira da UERJ. O diabo ia ser se alguém pedisse “uma loura”.