I like the idea of second chances.  Hopefully you all forgive me for this one.

This is my review of Drekker I Don’t Know No Snakes:

What happened?  A professional bodybuilder known as Marc Lobliner posted a tweet announcing that gender hysteria has now infected his sport:

He deleted this tweet, but I did manage to grab the video, watch at your own risk. I thought the smiley on the butt cheek was a nice touch.

Now I know what you are thinking, female bodybuilders are in fact dudes so what is the problem?  We’ll come back to this in a moment.  Turns out this was in fact a woman, and Lobliner did own up to this fact in an ensuing tweet:

Good for him, although he also deleted this one too.  To say something controversial:  I am comfortable with men competing here as women.  The reason being, bodybuilding is not a sport in the same sense as say, basketball.  The winner is determined by a group of judges who score based on a series of well-defined criteria and there are multiple categories any one bodybuilder can compete.  As such, the winner is determined entirely upon subjective standards of strength, balance, and aesthetics.  In the case of women, they are judging based on an idealized manifestation of a female at peak performance.  A man can therefore compete in a women’s competition, however in order to win he would have to not resemble a man.  Difficult task if you are a biological woman that looks like a man, let alone an a biological man.  Note the winner was actually the lady in purple:

 

With the NoDak based peanut butter and jelly beer fresh in my mind, I gave them a second chance when I saw they also had a Pilsner. A common, full flavored, non-threatening, somewhat flat yellow lager we all grew up watching grandpa drink for breakfast.  Lets face it, he had a good thing going there for a while, especially on a hot day when you have to keep hydrated.  For that, they earned a fair degree of redemption from the mid-morning drunkard crowd. Drekker I Don’t Know No Snakes: 3.1/5. ≈4.5-5% ABV