Man, under-destruction?

I don't know why, but for some reason I'm not really a fan of the Family Guy. I guess it could be because I've always preferred The Simpsons for as long as I could remember. That is not to take away anything from Seth Macfarlane, who  successfully  took a knack for voices and turned it into an animation-empire, for lack of a better term. And, like any other story, a certain evolution and sense of character development has occurred, which has included the strengthening of the relationship between Peter Griffin, Cleveland Brown, Glenn Quagmire & officer Joe Swanson (I think, as far as openings go, this is probably the most appropriate for this subject matter).  Before I continue, I must  reiterate that this piece is not a cheap shot at anything or anybody. It's simply me expressing an observation of what I've experienced during my time here. It is NOT an attempt to disrespect anyone nor is it me singing praises about anything. As I've mentioned countless t

 Every country, every culture, every people on this rock that we inhabit has its own drink or beverage that they make. It's not only part of their culture and tradition, but one could make the argument that it's also an element of their identity. The Russians have vodka, the Greeks enjoy ouzo, the Irish with their whiskey, the Italians with their vino, the Germans got beer (thanks for Oktoberfest, by the way) and the Americans with..........well, I'm sure the yanks have made their own contributions in the field of adult beverages and alcohol addiction.  We Eritreans are not picky with our liquor, though the older generation are partial to Greek Ouzo. But, traditionally, we enjoy home-made beer called Suwa and a honey-concoction called Mess, which are both fixtures at any random celebration in any random house hold in both Eritrea and Ethiopia (with whom we share a great many cultural similarities......*sigh). And if there ever is a time for it, today would be the day.