The Weekend Eudemon

On tap this weekend: Social gathering, short field trip with Meg, Mass, soccer game, church breakfast, out-of-town company.

My wife told me last night that I've become a recluse, but it simply isn't true. I think she means I've become a person who doesn't go out and drink much. That would largely be true, but it's because of all my other people commitments. With my children's schedules and the ordinary affairs of life, I can't be a recluse any more than Al Sharpton can be honest. The entire modes of our existence preclude such options.
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Sharpton says he's receiving death threats. Could be. How can we possibly know?
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"Stripped" from the shelves. Funny pun:

A Belgian lager with a risque marketing strategy has been stripped from sale.

Bottles of Rubbel Sexy Lager featured a picture of a woman with a removable swimsuit on the label.

Drinkers could scratch her clothes off to leave her naked, reports Sky News.

I would've thought this type of marketing was common in the EU and its celebration of the sexual. I still have a lot to learn about the gay-loving, abortion-promoting, children-avoiding EU culture.
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History of crime (history of the Income Tax Act). It's concise and, as far as I can tell, accurate.

Tax Day is April 17th this year, in case you didn't know. Washington, D.C. has a holiday of some sort on the 16th, so that pushes Tax Day back another day.
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A skywriter stops the scurrying at Epcot. His message? "Jesus Loves You."

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I don't often use this site to discuss things of strictly-local color, but an old friend is moving away. He is part of a dying breed: the independent pharmacist. He kept the chains at bay for many years, but then let his ship come in and sold to them. He's moving away in a few weeks, and tonight is his going-away party. My town loses a good man.