I woke up this morning around the crack of 3:30am when it hit me… yesterday, Seattle was the most dangerous locale in the entire world. Worse than Lebanon. Worse than Tripoli. Worse than anywhere in Syria. Six dead as a result of the demons in Ian Stawicki’s head. That, or he read HerpDerp’s wine report. Sadly, his girlfriend reported that the killer woke up in a good mood to start a day that would involve helping move his gal’s mother to another home in Tacoma. He just had to get his java fix nearby first. My guess is, on the way, he stumbled upon MountainQueer’s post on his dumbphone on reasons why MountainQueer (not “mountaineer” like Sean brags about… anyone who boasts of being a mountaineer is NOT a mountaineer but more of a fruity day-hiker) chose not to support the alcohol initiatives (I-1100 and I-1183). After that, Seattleites were held captive to this psycho’s version of “Falling Down.”
Sadly, but finally the façade that Seattle is one of the “most livable” cities in the USA has been destroyed with this recent grand mal spate of shootings that originated in the armpit of the Emerald City and spread north. We thought the worst was over after the random shooting of a motorist through a high-crime area (Central District, aka “the C.D.”). However, what was really revealed from these killing fields was our own naivete that we Wetheads actually believed the smoke-and-mirrors act we espoused to everyone else not living here. It was reported that after the Café Racer mass execution, a school miles away went into lockdown. Some students there reported witnessing a man with a gun. That man just happened to be jogging in the affluent neighborhood. And, packing a sidekick for protection. Um yeah, that’s on my checklist when I go jogging. iPod, check; Reebok RealFlex shoes, check; Walther P99 semi-automatic pistol, check.
Then there’s the douche nozzle who claims that Seattle is the safest city he’s lived in. What? Hello, San Diego. Hello, Riverside. Hello, Honolulu. Hello, Anaheim. If anyone says that around here, they need to get out more. Seattle was recently ranked tenth out of 74 cities in terms of lowest homicides per capita. To clarify, Seattle was still tenth out of 45 of those same cities but west of the Mississippi. Not so “safest” anymore, sans the spin.
Another Gump blames the “Amazon effect” where one hugely successful company spurs a complete makeover in one part of the city and the issues of building a new sports arena divert attention away from the rotting underbelly of unemployment and growing divide between haves and have-nots. This bullshit had nothing to do with the violence at the Racer. The psycho was programmed to kill whether Amazon moved to S.L.U. or rotted on Beacon Hill.
The net effect of all this is Seattle’s long list of mass murderers just added another name to the roll. Any attempt to decode the paradigm of this assassin is like… trying to describe a wine.
Speaking of wine, let’s get back on track.
I’ve had my say on the Southard boys on an earlier post. This is the second vintage of their bone dry riesling and is a blend of two vineyards, the estate in Selah and Lawrence Vineyard in Royal City. Let me repeat, this is BONE DRY riesling, not the cheap sissy stuff that tastes like liquid candy at the all-you-can-drink buffet they serve for lobster-skinned tourists.
Tasted at 49-52 degrees on the IR temp gun. Color: light straw. Aromas: honeysuckle, peach, citrus rind. Mouthfeel: smooth but dense. Tail trail: 6 seconds. Flavors: green apple, lime, hint of nectarine. This is a riesling to come home to after a physically demanding day. Serve chilled. Fine with beef curry.
Alcohol: 13.5%. 108 cases. Power: 2/5. Balance: 2/5. Depth: 2/5. Finesse: 2/5. Rated: 88. Value: $12. Paid: $18. Music pairing: “Live Your Life” by Yuna. This is WAwineman… put the gun down and read my posts instead.