So this is what being poor tastes like.

Barry-O drank a beer tonight. This wasn’t just any beer; it was Pabst Blue Ribbon. Pabst Blue Ribbon is like elitist kryptonite (unless, of course, Barry is now a hipster). I predict that this beer alone will change how everyone perceives everything. Hillary will only be able to out working-class this feat by drinking moonshine mixed with Valvoline mixed with the tears of Toby Keith. She will drink it from a plastic Hardee’s cup and then she will eat a Jalapeno Thickburger in one bite.

I think that the girl in the lower right is holding Obama’s real beer, waiting until the cameras leave so he can bring his night home with a glass of Hefeweizen and a reading of Proust. Ah, for the life of a closeted wimp.

Next week, Barry will prove he’s not black by eating mayonnaise and playing hockey.

Raise a Glass to the Tired Campaigners [The New York Times]