Category: Big Government

  • A libertarian analysis of Chevron deference

    A libertarian analysis of Chevron deference

    Why the hell would I bother to give deference to a damn evil oil (pronounced ohl) company? Well, Chevron deference has very little to do with oil, and nothing to do with genuflecting to a multi-national molester of Gaia. Chevron deference refers to the measure of how much a court should defer to an administrative agency’s interpretation of an ambiguous statute when a case hinges on the ambiguity.

    As a trivial made-up example, let’s say that an employment law states that the “most senior” employee in a department is entitled to wear a crown in the office, enforceable by the NLRB. (yes, it’s a stupid example… so sue me) The NLRB creates regulations about what a crown is, what wearing a crown means, how to break seniority ties, etc. Of interest to us is the fact that the phrase “most senior” is left ambiguous by the statute. “Most senior” may be interpreted to mean oldest by age. “Most senior” may also be interpreted to mean the longest tenure at the company. Assuming that there is no clear statutory guidance to resolve that ambiguity, it’s up to the NLRB to determine what “most senior” means as they enforce the statute. The NLRB creates a regulation stating that “most senior” is by age. Years later, Sandy, an employee of Top Hats R Us files a complaint with the NLRB about the company’s blatant violation of the crown law. The NLRB sues Top Hats R Us for violating the crown law. Top Hats R Us rebuts by asserting that they followed the crown law. They provided the crown to Latitia, who has the longest tenure at Top Hats R Us. The NLRB counters back that “most senior” means oldest, not longest tenured.

    The court is placed in an interesting bind. How do they interpret the statute? Perhaps the court is inclined to agree with Top Hats R Us that “most senior” means longest tenured. Perhaps there’s some weight to be given to the NLRB’s interpretation of the statute given their administrative role. In Chevron v. A bunch of Hippies, the SCOTUS answered this question once and for all (lol).

    If Congress has explicitly left a gap for the agency to fill, there is an express delegation of authority to the agency to elucidate a specific provision of the statute by regulation. Such legislative regulations are given controlling weight unless they are arbitrary, capricious, or manifestly contrary to the statute. Sometimes the legislative delegation to an agency on a particular question is implicit, rather than explicit. In such a case, a court may not substitute its own construction of a statutory provision for a reasonable interpretation made by the administrator of an agency.

    Well, this may seem like a pretty easy decision for a libertarian. Either an agency gets to define the terms, or the people get a say in the interpretation of the terms. This takes some of the power out of the hands of the government. It’s very easy to over simplify the libertarian view on Chevron deference as “bias toward the agency means bias toward big government.”

    However, this line of thinking is wrong! Chevron deference is a separation of powers issue that requires a deeper analysis than a superficial “government bad”drive-by. If you view Chevron deference in the lens of administrative agency v. private citizen, you’re already heading down the wrong path. Chevron deference is about establishing the border between the executive branch and the judicial branch. It’s not overreaching administrative agency v. abused private citizen. It’s overreaching administrative agency v. overreaching activist court. This is Marbury v. Madison type stuff. Ilya Somin writes:

    As a general rule, deference to agencies tends to promote a pro-regulatory agenda, whether of the right or of the left. But there are notable cases where it might instead promote deregulation. It is worth remembering that Chevron itself deferred to a Reagan-era agency EPA policy that liberals thought did not regulate industry stringently enough. The plaintiff challenging the agency was the Natural Resources Defense Council, a prominent liberal environmentalist group. Ironically, Neil Gorsuch’s mother, Anne Gorsuch Burford, was the EPA administrator at the time the lawsuit began. The fact that his mother’s agency ultimately won the case evidently has not prevented Gorsuch from wanting to overrule it.

    The separation of powers argument against Chevron deference is a strong one. Critics claim that the judicial branch unconstitutionally abdicates its judicial power when it defers to an administrative agency. Somin explains:

    Article III of the Constitution gives the judiciary the power to decide “all cases, in law and equity, arising under this Constitution, the laws of the United States, and treaties made, or which shall be made, under their authority.” Nowhere does the Constitution indicate that federal judges are allowed to delegate that power to the president or to the bureaucrats that work for him in the executive branch.

    The legislature makes the laws, the executive branch enforces the laws, and the judicial branch interprets the laws. To be mixing and swapping these powers between branches is to undercut the fragile balance crafted by the founders. Cutting down to the core issue at hand, when the enforcement power of the executive branch requires some minimum amount of interpretation of the statutes that it enforces, how much of that interpretation is covered under the umbrella of the enforcement power, and how much is subject to reinterpretation by the judicial branch using their interpretation power? Justice Gorsuch has a very simple answer… all of it is subject to reinterpretation. This seems on first blush to be a fairly obvious statement. Where a branch is, by necessity, stepping on the toes of another branch, it would seem obvious that the other branch would have power to override the decisions of the overreaching branch. Chevron runs against that simple principle, thus Chevron is bad law.

    Well, you may ask, how is this even a controversy? It seems fairly cut and dried. It’s not.

    The Court [in Chevron] gave three related reasons for deferring to the EPA: congressional delegation of authority, agency expertise, and political accountability.
    Who haven’t yet been implicated in this mess? The legislature. Yeah, without the legislature passing crappy laws that are ambiguous and rely on administrative bureaus to do the real legislating through regulation, this wouldn’t be an issue. Yes, the legislative branch is the source of the mess that is Chevron deference. The reason for this will become clear later, but let’s just say for now that the legislature isn’t stupid, they know exactly what they’re doing when they pass these vague, crappy laws.
    Going back to the stated reasons for deference to agency interpretations, a problem with this scheme is that one of the factors is based on a fiction. Political accountability? Not necessarily so says Randolph May:

    Chevron itself involved a decision of the Environmental Protection Agency, an executive branch agency. With regard to executive branch agencies like EPA, or, say, the Departments of Commerce, Labor, or Transportation, it may be natural, as Justice Stevens did, to refer to the “incumbent administration” and to invoke the chief executive’s direct accountability to the people.

    But not so with the so-called independent agencies like the FCC, SEC, FTC, or the NLRB, with their potent brew of combined quasi-executive, quasi-legislative, and quasi-judicial powers. Unlike the single heads of executive branch agencies who may be terminated at will by the president, the independent agencies’ members serve fixed, staggered terms. And the prevailing view is that they may be fired by the president only for good cause.

    There are strict rules for holding agencies politically accountable, especially the independent agencies. The President, on a whim, cannot clean house at the EPA or the SEC. These bureaucrats may be even more fully insulated from the political winds than the judicial branch… a branch set up to specifically be insulated from politics.

    Quickly addressing agency expertise, I’ll say that as a person who has to deal with an expert agency on a daily basis (the USPTO), agency expertise is vastly overrated. If you trust the cop pulling you over to know his 4th and 5th Amendment jurisprudence, then maybe this “agency expertise” thing works for you, but for those of us in the real world, it’s laughable that the bureaucrats at these various alphabet soup agencies could be called “experts.”

    Another motivation discussed by the case was Congressional delegation. Can Congress even delegate their lawmaking authority? Is that Constitutional? Facially, no:

    The non-delegation doctrine, grounded in the separation of powers, arises from the very first word of the Constitution, after the Preamble: “All legislative Powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress of the United States ….” (emphasis added). Taken at face value, that clear a statement would seem to preclude much of the “lawmaking” that goes on every day in the 300 and more executive branch agencies to which Congress over the years has delegated vast regulatory authority.

    However, FDR, riding on the coattails of Woody “The Real Lizzy Warren” Wilson and Teddy “Bloodthirsty Sociopath” Roosevelt (go read about them), did a number on the Constitution with his judicial intimidation tactics, including the non-delegation doctrine. Hell, how are these independent, legislatively controlled executive administrative agencies allowed to exist? Well, when you scratch the paint away, you’ll find a “living Constitution” argument:

    [This idiotic law review article] contends that the Founding Fathers made the Constitution flexible enough to meet administrative exigencies and did not intend to leave the enforcement of all laws to the President
    Remember, “flexible enough” means that we get to ignore the plain text meaning of the Constitution, and “did not intend” means that “The executive power shall be vested in a President of the United States of America.” in Article II of the Constitution does not actually mean all executive power, but only the executive power convenient to the totalitarian left. More seriously, there’s a good article here on the subject.
    Getting back to the subject at hand, current law says that the legislature can delegate their lawmaking responsibilities to executive and independent administrative agencies on a limited basis, and the agencies are tasked with executing intentionally ambiguous statutes laid out by Congress. This actually shifts the core question a bit. What if the administrative agencies aren’t interpreting the law nor executing the law, but actually making law? *shudder*
    I actually think that this is the closest interpretation to the truth, and I think it highlights what’s actually at the root of the problem. Chevron deference is merely a diseased branch on a rotten tree, the trunk of which is legislative abdication of responsibility. The judicial branch should excise the headless fourth branch of government wholecloth, and should slap the legislature back to the 19th century. The political accountability for laws rests on Congress. The expertise as to the meaning of the law rests on Congress. The delegation of authority by Congress is unconstitutional, and the court’s unwillingness to tell Congress to do their damn job is what is creating this issue with Chevron deference.  It’s time for the Supreme Court to bring back the non-delegation doctrine!
    The good news is that it looks like the SCOTUS is using the new Chevron unfriendly majority to move against Chevron deference. The better news is that it looks like SCOTUS is going to chip away at the hostility toward the non-delegation doctrine, too!
    Stay tuned during this next court session. Perhaps we’ll see a bit of power stripped away from the unconstitutional administrative branch. It’d be the first step away from handing unfettered power to these technocratic abominations in nearly 80 years.
  • Simple Things the Government Screws Up Part III: Burning Incompetency

    Simple Things the Government Screws Up Part III: Burning Incompetency

    Dammit, the pipe out the backs is metric, stupid Norwegians
    A government approved Jotul F 3 CB. It’s fancy because it’s European.

     

    There’s nothing better than that first chilly evening of the year. You gather a load of wood and bring it inside. You load the wood stove, add some kindling, and use your blow torch to get that first fire of the year burning. The fire lights and your home starts to warm. It’s a wonderful feeling and a wonderful time of the year.

    But, over the years your stove might start to rust beyond the point of repair, or maybe you’ve moved somewhere new and need to buy a new one. Regardless of your reason for getting a new one, you’ll be happy to know that our friends in the government are watching out for us! Because, if you didn’t know, your wood stove needs to be EPA approved. You wouldn’t want your emissions to be to high. And don’t worry, they’re making them even more stringent in 2020!

    My first trash barrel was green
    Future Wood Stoves, or trash burning barrels, I’ll bet the EPA doesn’t like that

    That’s right, the government can screw up something as simple as a metal box with a door and hole. I mean, why wouldn’t you want a catalytic converter on your wood stove? Really, it’s something so simple that you can make one from a 55 gallon metal drum. In fact, since government has artificially raised prices with all of the new testing required for emissions, more people than ever are making them out of metal drums.

    While many people (myself included) have fires for ambiance and supplemental heat, there is a large group of people that heat their homes solely with wood. These people tend to skew poorer. But don’t worry, Big Brother is just making sure these people . . . I can’t finish that sarcastic sentence. We all know it’s just a racket. It has nothing to do with the environment. It’s there to increase the bureaucracy, and subsequently it disproportionately hurts the poor. Not that I wish them any harm, but I hope that if they end up in hell, they get burned in an efficient EPA approved stove.

     

     

     

    A kit? This is gonna be fancy like that European Stove

     

  • This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    Do not tell Huma.

     

    “What in the hell is that?  A long, unidentifed, cigar shaped object in space?”  Director Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan asked.

    “That’s the best story we could come up with.  Honestly, we don’t really know what we’re dealing with.  It could just be a big rock.” His aide replied.

    “A room full of STEM majors and we have no better explanation for what is probably just a rock?  Why didn’t you just say it was a rock?”

    “We have reason to belive it is not a rock, sir.”

    “Who told you that?”  

    “I told him that.”

    Director Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan turned to see a man appear as if out of nowhere in the corner of his office.  He was wearing a cheap suit, typical of government types with a dingy white shirt and a black tie. He carried around a glass of what Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan assumed was whiskey with too much ice.  That is, it had ice in it.

    He was smoking profusely, and looked to be made out of poorly tanned leather wrapped loosely over a flabby body.  No explanation was given to how this lard ass got into the office without anybody noticing.

    “You see Achmed-in-ijad—“

    “Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan.  Director Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan.”  He interrupted.

    “Thats what I said.  Achmed-in-ijad.”

    “You said it wrong.”

    “You know what happened to the last diversity hire appointed as NASA Director, Achmed-in-ijad?  We found him in a puddle of puke and piss outside of Tijuana. Fun guy, but couldn’t handle his Russian hookers worth a damn.”  He took a drag of the cigarette. “I like you Achmed-in-ijad. I’d hate to see what the locals in Tampa will do to you. You may not eat pork, but let me tell you something—you taste like pork.”

    “What do you want?”  Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan asked.

    “I don’t really want anything but it was determined by my superiors it was time to let you know a bit of the story. But first a bit of background.”  He took a quick drink of this watered down whiskey and a long drag of the cigarette. He put it out on a ceramic icon on Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan’s desk.  He lit another cigarette. “In 1966, you were told Gemini 8 was stuck in an uncontrolllable spin, and—“

    “Because of the quick thinking of Neil Armstrong, Gemini 8 recovered from the spin, and landed safely back to Earth.”

    “You interrupt me again, I might take you to Tampa anyway.”  He said calmly. He took another long drag of the cigarette and with his free hand began to fondle his man breasts.  Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan couldn’t decide if he was sweating profusely under his jacket or lactating. Either way, his jacket was wet under the arms.  “Armstrong was thinking quick on his feet, but Gemini 8 was raped.”

    “Raped?”

    “You heard me.”

     

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    Do not tell Huma.

     

    “This happened again in 1970, when the command module of Apollo 13 was raped six minutes after the crew filmed their public address.  That’s why it wasn’t aired to the public.” He took another drag of the cigarette and again put it out on the ceramic idol.  “And even the details of recent missions, you’ve been told are, simply put. Wrong.”

    The man walked closer to Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan.  Close enough for the smell of boiled leeks, bad whiskey, American Spirit lights, spoiled milk, fried okra and the distinctive stench of bad sex the morning after with a half drunken hangover, to invade Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan’s moist, delicate nasal passages.

    “Don’t wince at me because I smell like that broad you tagged, gagged and bagged back an MIT, Achmed-in-ijad.”  He composed himself, slightly adjusting his crotch.  “Just a few weeks ago, you thought, the Hubble Telescope was flipped off and on really fast to reset the onboard software.  NASA even put it out to the press because they thought it was funny.

    But it wasn’t funny for the ISS crew.” He pulled out a 1980s era tape recorder and firmly pressed play.

     

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    Do not tell Huma.

     

    “EVA 1,  did you hit the unit?”

    “Roger that Houston.  Unit given a good hard kick.”

    “Roger that EVA 1, unit appears to have come back online.  Good work EVA 1”

    “Houston, we’re getting some kind of interference…you picking this up Houston? Some kind of transmission from a Smith?”

    “SPACE SMITH FIX FLYING METAL BALL!  BY FIX, MEAN RAPE”

    “Houston…”

    “SUPPORT WAZ COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL.  SPACE SMITH SEND YOU BILL FOR TECHNICAL SERVICES”

    “This is horrible.  Houston, do you copy?”

    “Ahhhhh. Who let this thing in the maintenance bay?”

    “SPACE SMITH NO COPY,  HIM HAVE ORIGINAL MOVES.  BY ORIGINAL MOVES…MEAN RAPE”

    “Houston, we are sealing off the maintenance bay.  Houston, do you copy?”

    “IN SPACE, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU RAPE”

    “Houston, maintenance bay breached!”

    “THAT NOT ALL THAT BE BREACH.  SPACE SMITH BREACH EVERYTHING HIM REACH”

    “Houston, we are initiating Soyuz escape pod checklist.”

    “SPACE SMITH RAPE SOYUZ LAST WEEK.  IT NO FLY”

     

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    This transmission is identified as C as in wiped with a Cloth.

    Do not tell Huma.

     

    Abbaszhadeggadaddeghan’s blood ran cold.  

    “What is that object in space?”  He asked.

    “We don’t really know, Achmed-in-ijad.”  The man said before blowing smoke in his face.  “We just call it SPACE SMITH.”  He took one last drag.  “I can’t wait to see what he does to Elon Musk.”

  • Simple Things the Government Screws Up Part II: Spilling Your Fluids

    Simple Things the Government Screws Up Part II: Spilling Your Fluids

    I pour lots of things every day. I might pour myself a cup of coffee in the morning. A glass of tea with lunch. At dinner I might pour myself a glass of milk. Sometimes I pour laundry soap into the washing machine. Once every couple of months I’ll pour some new oil in the deep fryer.

    Dickel is some mighty fine lickel
    If you only know Jack, You don’t know Dickel

    And occasionally, I’ll pour a George Dickel Barrel Select into a rocks glass (for medicinal purposes only). I can usually do all of these things while spilling very little. I mean I might miss a drop here or there, especially when I’m on my third or fourth Dickel. But, for the most part, I do a good job at getting my fluids where they’re supposed to go.

    Do you know what I can’t pour without spilling? No, it’s not the fifth glass of Dickel. It’s gasoline. Do you know why? Because I have a government mandated and approved gas can. I don’t know if you’ve had to get a new gas can in the last ten years or so, but if you have, you know my pain. All of the new spill proof gas cans make me spill gas more easily than anything else I’ve ever poured.

    Seriously, how do you screw up a gas can? Can it get more simple. A bottle with a spout and a hole for air. That’s all you need. But somehow, our benevolent overlords screwed them up. Old gas cans are actually a commodity today. An old employee of mine mentioned that her father (a farmer in central Indiana) goes to estate sales to find the elusive gas cans from yesteryear that have disappeared from store shelves. He sells them to other farmers. That’s right. There’s a secondary market for old gas cans because of the government. There’s also an array of YouTube videos showing how to hack the new gas cans. Really, there are countless videos to tell you how to make a government approved spill proof gas can usable.

    I guess I’m now one of the lucky ones though. A few weeks ago my neighbors’ garage got damaged in a storm. When they tore it down I saw an old fashioned gas can in the dumpster. I climbed in there and grabbed it. I couldn’t let it go to waste. I’m now using a functional gas can, my apologies to those who don’t have one.

  • Simple Things the Government Screws Up Part I : Low Flow

    Simple Things the Government Screws Up Part I : Low Flow

    It’s been a long, hard day. As you enter the room you let the last bit of your clothing drop to the floor. You’re already feeling good and you know that the hot and steamy water flowing over you will only further your ecstasy. You lift in one leg and then the other. As you turn the knob water begins to flow from the tub faucet. It’s getting hotter and hotter. Just when you’ve reached the perfect temperature you grab the knob and turn. You can hear the water running up the pipe to the shower head. You’re ready, you’re excited, and you’re disappointed. It’s a low flow shower head.

    Yep, it’s an incredibly simple thing that the government screwed up. Now, if you live in California or some other arid climate, maybe there’s an argument to make for low flow showers (I have a free market base approach that might work here, but that’s a side debate). I don’t live in an arid climate. I live in Indiana with some of the most abundant water aquifers in the world. Not to mention one of the largest fresh water bodies on the planet that might just be a little bit north of my current location. With the exception of a minor, occasional mid summer drought. We don’t have a shortage of water here. Also, it’s incredibly cheap, so I’m not worried about price.

    Now this has been an increasing problem throughout my life. But there is a solution. It involves a couple pairs of pliers. One to take the shower head off and a pair of needle nose to pull out the flow restrictor. It’s really simple. Just keep working at it until all the plastic and bits aren’t in the way anymore. In fact, I carry pliers with me on every road trip that I take. There are hotels as far east as Virginia, as far north as Montana, as far west as California, and as far south as Texas that have higher flow rate shower thanks to me.

    Imagine water as a hot dog and this as the hallway. In this scenario it’s actually good for the hallway to be large.

    Unfortunately, this solution is working less and less. They’ve figured out people like myself are doing anything and everything I can the thwart their efforts. Manufacturers are now incorporating low flow into the faucet valve. I have a solution to this to, but it’s not quite as simple. It involves a drill and being willing to buy the parts two or three times for when you screw up. It’s still usually well worth it. Or, if you don’t about aesthetics you can make your own flow heavy setup using ball valves. Now your wife may not like it at first, but when it no longer takes her 20 minutes to wash the soap out of her hair, she’ll hopefully come around.

    In the meantime make sure you turn on a faucet and let it run for 15 minutes a day to counteract their measures.

  • Do I live in a Blue State Now?

    Floating around the ether recently is the idea that Arizona is no longer what is known as a “Red State.”  This is not really a new concept, as the media has discussed this since Bill Clinton won Arizona’s electoral college votes when he was reelected in 1996.  Back then, they cited the state’s changing demographics. I touched on this a bit in my review of a Cream Ale, citing a study from the well regarded W.P. Carey School of Business at Arizona State, the majority of people moving to Arizona for better or worse are from California.

    This is my review of Dogfish Head Sea Quench Session Sour Ale

    So does the election of Krysten Sinema spell the beginning of the end?  Maybe, maybe not.

    A pretty good post-mortem of this election can be found on Ricochet.  Jon Gabriel makes a pretty good case that Sinema won primarily because she ran a more positive, aggressive campaign, and was better known in Phoenix.  While McSally being the representative from Discrict 2, which splits Tucson, was not as well known in Phoenix where the majority of the state lives.  She also focused on portraying Sinema as the annoying girl shrieking into a megaphone outside the student union—yes, well all knew that was her, thanks.  Simply put, when half the population of the state does not live in the metro area you represent, and over half of that metro area will not support you, you might be at a disadvantage.  

    You WILL turn in your guns, so I can play with them.

    I can see this being from Phoenix, because until somebody attempted to assassinate her, I didn’t much know anything about Gabrielle Giffords—other than the photo of her with an AR-15.

    Then there was the part that McSally reminded everyone of John McCain or if you are a conservative, worse than that,  Let’s face it, she’s also a retired fighter pilot, a squishy moderate, and neither endorsed or condemned Trump in 2016.  They both even have Mc in the name.

    Let’s look at the election numbers themselves.  As I wrote previously, while there are certainly a few shenanigans that I would like the state to investigate, these wouldn’t have affected the outcome all that much, therefore I still do not believe there is much evidence of voter fraud.  That said, as of 14 November, the statewide elections break down like this:

    The State Legislature and House Districts break down like this:

    First off, note the lack of a Team L candidate for any of these races.  The one that ran for governor, Kevin McCormick, did not get enough signatures to get a name on the ballot.  I reached out to his campaign in the summer, to see what he was about, ask a few questions, and distribute his answers appropriately for the lovely people of this site to tear him apart.  Sadly, he declined.

    Where we get to have some fun with the numbers is here:

    Feel free to tear apart my math

    One thing that initially popped into my head was perhaps a significant number of team red types voted Doug Ducey for governor and declined to vote at all in the Senate race.  This is wrong, as it only accounts for 691 voters. My next thought was the difference between Ducey’s total and McSally’s, just to get a grip on what the damage is. That is -185,978, a difference of 14.67%–okay fair enough.  If we divide the margin of the Senate race by the total number that voted for Ducey, we get a percentage. 3.13% to be exact. That is the percentage of voters, otherwise happy to vote for team red in the Governor race, McSally would ultimately fail to convince to vote for her.  

    Looking at the other statewide races we see when team red won, they won by a fairly comfortable margin.  Where team blue won, they won it by a nose. An average of 4.04%, to .77%, respectfully. The legislature did not flip either.  

    With regard to the house elections, it could be a combination of the typical increased turnout of the party opposite the one in power nationally, name recognition for Greg Stanton as he is the mayor of Phoenix and the district he won is primarily in Phoenix, and Anne Kirkpatrick being well-known from her failed attempt to unseat John McCain in 2016.  Plus District 2 is made up in part from a district Kirkpatrick formerly represented in Northern Arizona.

    For all this talk about changing demographics, one would think somebody would ride Sinema’s coattails.  While you might say Hobbs may have received a favorable bump, a team blue candidate winning a downballot seat is not that uncommon in Arizona either.  Personally, I voted for Hobbs, as I typically vote that candidate for secretary of state from the opposite party I vote for governor—gridlock is a good thing.  If it were turning blue, perhaps a few progressive measures have passed in the last ten to fifteen years?  None come to mind, but feel free to dig around and prove me wrong.

    But what has passed? Constitutional Carry, and Occupational Licensing reform are the first that come to mind.  There are even a few that come to mind where team red arguably went too far that I will not link to, but I bet you heard of them.

    So is Arizona a blue state?  Maybe, maybe not.

     

    Is this beer any good?  I actually tried this multiple times to try to be objective, it really isn’t.  Its salt and lime, like a margarita, but without the class.  If you like sours, I’m sure you will like it just fine.  Dogfish Head Sea Quench Session Sour:  1.5/5.

  • Fall BIF Special

    Once again our Beer it Forward (BIF) QB (Nephilium) did us all a solid and set up another BIF in honor of the change of season.  Okay, maybe it has to do with bottles exploding in the winter so if we were going to do it, we’ll have to do it now.

    I do plan on running reviews from other Glibs in the near future, once we can confirm everyone gets their beer.  FOr now, you will just have to deal with me talking about mine.  First up, what did I sent to Hyperion The Hyperbole?  That’s a good question–a damn good question…well:

    You can see a few that might be familiar, others that you haven’t seen.  If The Hyperbole want to chime in and tell my how much of an asshole I am for conflating him with Hyperion good guy I am, I’ll let him tell you what he thinks.

    As for what I received (H/T Trials and Trippelations):

    These come with a bit of backstory.  One thing I noticed when I was stationed in the south is they all had, what I considered to be, screwy liquor laws.  There were dry Sundays and the like but one that stands out, and likely keeps a lot of craft brewers down is a self distribution law they are lobbying to repeal:

    For the second time in as many years, a 20-year-old “secret agreement” between Anheuser-Busch and a North Carolina wholesaler is being highlighted as a key piece of evidence as Tar Heel State brewers look to change a decades-old distribution law. The document, first reported last year by NC media, is part of a franchise agreement between AB and Raleigh-based R. A. Jeffreys that encouraged the distributor to give priority to Anheuser-Busch products above others, which itself would be illegal under a 1989 state law, says a lawyer representing North Carolina breweries suing the state.

    According to the Charlotte Business Journal, ABC Commission Administrator Bob Hamilton agreed in the assessment. Last year, distributors noted that “the kind of favoritism suggested in the 1997 franchise agreement is barred by a 2012 state law involving franchisers,” according to the Charlotte Observer.

    It all surrounds an ongoing fight to overturn a state law that prohibits self-distribution when a business surpasses 25,000 barrels of production. Two Charlotte-area breweries, NoDa Brewing and Olde Mecklenburg, have helped lead the legal battle for their in-state peers.

    Which is something I is something I was surprised to learn Arizona once did, until recently.  They may be wrong, but at least they fixed it, right?  Many have issues with the InBev distribution deals, but I am ambivalent about it.  On one hand it means InBev is fully aware of its inferior product but banks on it’s ability to distribute, and on the other hand it allows a smaller player to quickly gain a bigger footprint.  InBev is not making the beer, and they are not making other brewers change their product.  If they did, it wouldn’t sell.  In the end both sides win, that’s how the market works.

    So I picked up my package and was informed by T&T it arrived during the last week of October.  Which was good timing because I was out of beer and the World Series was on at the time.  The artwork on a few of them as you can tell is much nicer than what I am used to here.  There are three IPAs in the package and I drank all of them over the course of the marathon 8 hour game that I totally shouldn’t have stayed up for.  But I am a petty sports fan and mainly wanted to see the Dodger loose, so I was disappointed that night.  The three IPAs are all in the solid 3-4 range:

    • Burial Brewery Asheville, NC  Surf Wax IPA  3.1/5
    • Catawba Brewery Asheville, NC Hopness Monster IPA 3.5/5  (SEA SMITH APPROVED)
    • NoDa Brewing Charlotte, NC  Hop Drop and Roll IPA 3.5/5

    My beef with IPA is how many of them often taste the same.  Your mileage may vary.  As for the others:

    • Durty Bull Durham, NC Lager .  They get extra points because Bull Durham is one of my favorite movies.  3.8/5
    • Southern Pines Brewing Southern Pines, NC Malty by Nature Scottish Export Ale.  Reminds me of Kiltlifter, in a good way.  3.5/5
    • Holy City Brewing Charleston, SC  Pluff Mud Porter.  Charleston is an awesome city and if you have never been there, you are wrong.  This is a nice balance between dark malty beer, while keeping it light.  I feel like I can drink dozens of these.  3.8/5
    • Ponysaurus Durham, NC Rye Pale Ale.  Definitely my pick of this bunch as I have mentioned my affinity for the use of Rye in beverage making.  Take that German MEDIEVAL.TOP.MEN. 4.0/5

    Specials thanks to Trials and Trippelations for the awesome beer, and Nephilium for putting this on!

  • Election Day 2018

    Sadly, my darkest fears for poor SugarFree have come to pass. He’s walled himself into a cave to escape the horror of this election cycle. Not even he can indefinitely maintain his peace against it all.

    Hopefully, he’ll emerge and return to us soon.

    In the meantime, I’ve got a few questions for all my dear US citizen Glibs.

    1. Did you vote (or are you planning to)?

    2. Mind sharing for what parties and/or candidates you pulled the lever?

    3. Have any rationale that goes along with your choices?

    I plan on heading over to our polling station mid-afternoon. Try as they may to convince me, I definitely do not trust voting by mail AT ALL. The postal service routinely misplaces more important documents, so how can I trust them to actually deliver my ballot? Not to mention how simplistic it would be to “lose” a few hundred thousand of them. (I know, I know, it’s also easy to lose them when recorded any other way.)

    And…now that the day is finally here, can we move past this crap?

    HAHAHAHA, I crack myself up.

  • From Asteroids to 3-Day Weekends

    I’ve had some thoughts on how our civilization should already be having 3-day weekends at the least, in perpetuity. Usually these thoughts are output from a brain lubricated by adult beverages, and are spouted to others likely lubed, who assure me that I make complete sense. Sober reflection on these ideas has not been easy, putting them in some kind of logical order nearly impossible. A stream of consciousness is my best option, as usual…

    I often wonder why, as time has slugged along, with all the labor saving technology and increased division of labor, we went from single income households to dual, rather than to the lone-breadwinner-of-yore’s having to work less hours while maintaining his/her/their/its standard of living? How do we convert our technological advances into the laid back, gold backed, paradise of a Galt’s Gulch, sans the holographic projection head in the sand BS?

    Given, we have better standards of living and more stuff now than “back in the day” – cell phones, video games, computers, jet skis, etc. – and most everything is now generally safer and better and thus more expensive relatively. Is that solely what’s taking up my extra money, money that could be converted to leisure time? Of course not.

    There’s insurance, that oft mandated fave of crony capitalists, to use as a tool to transfer wealth to the unproductive. We all know the obvious fixes for that mess.

    There are the insane levels of gubmint spending, most of which go to unnecessary bureaucracy. It’d probably be cheaper just to put all those leeches on welfare rather than making shit up for them to do. Or just eliminate the jobs. Either way, if I had only to pay 10% in income taxes rather than 30%, I’d be freed from 2.7 months of slave labor each year! That should at least allow me to work 4 days per week as opposed to 5. 3 day weekends achieved!!!

    And I imagine the end of scarcity economics, especially with the upcoming mining of asteroids. As the prices of things decrease, will we just consume more, buy even more stuff to utilize our disposable income? Will gubmint reg’s increase and the cost of things go right back up with them? Will the gubmint tax/enslave us more, knowing the productive can afford it when the prices of goods are falling? Will we keep the productive peeps working the status quo 40+ hours a week while the headcount of welfare recipients rises as less and less labor is needed to keep civilization running?

    Most likely, the answer would be a combination of all, as the various ambitious incompetents hustle to jack their pie.

    In this context, I could see a Universal Basic Income as an interim step to spreading out the leisure that should come from the end of scarcity economics and from ever increasing productivity, until the prices of life deflate and a new economy is normalized. This however, assumes our society would recognize that a new economic situation was evolving into existence; and that *leisure time, rather than wealth, should be distributed.*
    (Not to say that anything *should* be distributed, as in forced, but getting from hither to thither, from our current situation to Libertarian paradise, naturally wouldn’t happen instantaneously.)

    As I see it now, my increased productivity – due to whatever factors – doesn’t result in my having to work less hours. The nonproductive, via gubmint sanctioned/administered theft, are taking it and converting it into leisure time for themselves. I want it back!!!

  • Liquid Smoke

    While I was doing my shopping for the latest Glibertarian Beer it Forward I found something fun in the import section.

    This is my review of Brauerei Heller — however you pronounce this:

    The bottom line with this beer is that it is a German style known as a Rauchbier.  A Rauchbier is a style best known for the malts being smoked.  There is no definitive style, as nearly any German style beer can be smoked, it just depends on what you happen to like.  That day, I picked the Bock.  The style is said to have originated in the city of Bamberg where the cloisters at the local cathedral caught fire, as they were apparently wont to do.  This fire ravaged throughout the city and was eventually put out, but not before the effects of the smoke took affect to the local breweries.  They breweries themselves did not burn down but many of their ingredients were smoked, and they didn’t realize it at the time.  Turns out people liked it, thus Rauchbier is a thing.

    This Cathedral, I guess its cool and all….

    When I tried to verify if this story is true, I came up a bit short.  The best I could to was verify the cathedral does exist, and it did burn down around the time the origin story takes place.

    The cathedral is cool and all, but to be honest there really wasn’t anything there that pops out.  Let’s instead talk about the Orloj, or  sometimes known as the Prague Astronomical Clock.  It has an interesting history if you are in to that sort of thing.  What really stands out is the city councils reaction to such a mechanical wonder.

    Upon its completion in 1493, the updated Orloj was undoubtedly the envy of the world, and the Prague city council agreed that Hanuš had fulfilled his promise to the city. In fact, many in the council argued the master had fulfilled it too well—after all, if Hanuš could create such a marvel for the people of Prague, what was to stop him from creating an equally impressive or better work for a rival? In secret, a rogue group of councilmen met to discuss ways of preventing such a loss of prestige for the city. The plan was set into action the day of Hanuš’ payment. Shortly after receiving his gold, the master was waved into an antechamber, held down, and his eyes were burned out with a red-hot iron poker. The newly blinded Hanuš was rightfully furious, and local legend says he retaliated in two ways. Firstly, he laid a curse upon the city of Prague—whenever the Orloj stopped working, the city would suffer horrible misfortune. Secondly, and more accurately, Hanuš sent an apprentice into the tower at night and had the man smash the inner workings of the movement. Prague’s new crown jewel had been broken, and Hanuš’ designs were so far ahead of their time that no one could repair the clock until 1552.

    Too bad Hanuš was wrong again, as they stopped the clock for restoration recently.  You have to admit it is cool.

    So the moral of the story is…don’t build things for the government?

    How is the beer?  it will be polarizing, because as it turns out it really is smoky.  Many craft brewers will take this style and compare it to bacon, and market it as a bacon flavored beer (i.e. Rogue VooDoo Maple Donut).  In a way it does remind me of bacon to some degree.  Otherwise it adds a unusual complexity to what is otherwise, a competently made beer.  Brauerei Heller — however you pronounce this: 3.5/5