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Default Buy your booze early!

Steve Wertz wrote:
> For those of you who partake and live in a state with those
> archaic (and unconstitutional) blue laws, remember to buy all
> your New Years Eve booze (and even beer in some states) early
> since it's Sunday.
>
> What to they do in states like, say - South Carolina - where even
> bars aren't even allowed to be open on Sunday - and no beer sales
> either? If I was a bar owner, I'd be pretty ****ed not being
> able to open on the biggest alcohol consumption night of the
> year.
>
> -sw


Read this article on the subject of SC.

> http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2002/...in533451.shtml


> Drivers in South Carolina, the state with the highest death rate, for example, are four times more likely to die in alcohol-related traffic accidents than drivers in Utah, the state with the lowest death rate.


Us folks down here in SC Do Not Need Any More Booze!!!

Beer is sold in every gas station and there are gas stations every
where! I haven't counted yet but it seems as if on every corner
(including country intersections) there are 2 gas stations and on
opposing corners 2 church's.

Plus there are the A.B.C. stores that sell hard liquor.

Too many of these deaths in SC are children too, killed by themselves
while driving drunk, killed by a drunk driver or being in the same car
as a drunk driver. I had my Aunt Marjorie and Uncle Don killed by a
drunk driver passing 5 cars on highway 12 in Michigan (and the drunk
******* lived).

How many here have lost a family member to a drunk driver?

Going right along with the highest death rates due to drunk drivers is
one of the highest incidents of spousal abuse in the nation, here in SC.

No, SC does not need more time to drink booze!

Being raised by a drunkard step-father in Indiana that beat my mother, I
get ill when I smell the stench of alcohol on someones breath. Makes me
have flash backs of seeing my mothers blood spattered on the bathroom
walls and a totally bruised face from the slugs she took.

Peace,
Piedmont