I’ve stumbled across a hidden gem—a blog I’ve never visited before, Bumming With Bobcat. Here’s his post on Thunderbird from a few months ago:
Ladies and gentlemen…what’s the word? Thunderbird!
In my opinion, I rank the Night Train Express and Thunderbird as #1 and #1A in the bum wine world. Both are made by Gallo wines, even though they don’t want to admit it. These guys are sitting on a goldmine and just don’t realize how to promote these fine wines to the masses. I’m telling you that with the proper promotion, I believe we can get these wines back into the mainstream.
Out of the top 5 bum wines, this one was the final piece of the puzzle for me and was very difficult to get my hands on. It wasn’t until one faithful day almost a year ago that I received a text message with a picture of a bottle of Thunderbird that I knew my life would change forever.
Read the whole thing. It’s delightful. Fully illustrated!
If you or family are not alcoholic, it is all funny. If you or your’s are, well’ it’s an inherited disease that requires action on the part of the afflicted. That makes it seem like a choice, which it is not. There is no cure but abstinence, which is misery. The only other is continuing to drink, where most of your’e acquaintances will be law enforcement.
The wife and I plan our practice holiday party every year. Usually some place nice. I got tired of it and said if no one volunteered I was going rent a fire hall, have a pig roast and a sh$t kicking band. No one volunteered, so I did it. Band was awesome. Did great Johnny Cash, Hank Williams (Jr of course) and threw in some classic rock. Anyway, a couple of my folks who grew up in gated communities were worried about the booze we would serve, figuring it be commensurate with the surroundings. I assured them I would not get any rotgut, and I actually did get really good beer and decent wine.
However, I went to the State Store and asked for Thunderbird. I figured that as a gag, I could have the bartender display only Thunderbird, then hand it out as prizes. They no longer carry it. I asked for Ripple. Don have it. Boone’s Farm. No go. All of those standbys from my youth disappeared. However, by then the State store employees were really into it when I told them what I was doing and they found a bunch of MD 20/20. They had the blue kind, red and orange. Bought it all. By the end of the night the white trash table was actually drinking the stuff.
Really points out the need to eliminate booze being sold by govt stores. We need the free market so bums can have real choices, not just Mad Dog , even though it comes in the most flavors.
Steve
Thunderbird, 50 cents the pint, fueled many a hangover, mixing it with grapefruit juice seemed to make it worse. Always fun on home visits to estimate the number of empty Prince Albert and Thunderbird tins under the front porch, though now a days, the local preference is bud lite and newports (a sign of prosperity?).
Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed the blog! Keep on drinking the cheap booze! Cheers!