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The Cambridge Cop, the Harvard Prof, and President Obama are all meeting this week to difuse the recent situation they were all involved in, put on a happy face for the press, and most importantly, drink some cold beers.
The Cambridge Po-Po has chose to imbibe Golden's, ahem, microbrew Blue Moon. Which for good measure, has seen its summer version steadily being thrown down The Commish's esophagus this season. The Doctor hasn't quite decided if he will partake in a Red Stripe or a Beck's Beer. And meanwhile the Leader of the Free World will have a Budweiser: take that North Korea!
Having a beer at the White House is quite the memorable moment, and the Cop and the Prof get to choose what type of beers they want. Isn't there something kind of wrong here? You bungle a 911 call and arrest a man who actually lives in the house, get chastised by Obama yet you want to indulge in Golden's finest hops and barley? And the other dude yells from the roof tops, playing the race card, flaunting his scholastic position, yet gets to cheer 'Hooray for Beer!'?
Will there be Beer Nuts, pretzels, or potato chips?
Both were summoned to the White House, drink whatever they serve you. If Obama says, "Uhhh, you here are, uhhh, drinking some warm bat piss that fermented in a meth house for three weeks" then you smile and drink it.
Prof guy, if they are going to let you choose your own beer...to drink...with the President of the United States...in the most recognizable American building in the world...try to drink an American beer. This ain't Kingston, and this ain't Germany.
Obama...I may have to reconsider my vote if you keep swilling that Bud too.
RELATED: Damon Wayans Stand Up circa 1996 - "This is the White House...bring me some cocaine!!!"