Beezelbub Comes To Utah?
You have to admit, it has to be one of the funniest and weirdest anti-alcohol laws in the country:
No Alcohol will be served or available for purchase on election day or when the polls are open.
Yet leave it Utah.
But wait the spawn of the Devil is on his way to rectify the situation and bring Satan back in control of Utah. State Senator Scott McCoy thinks this law should be repealed:
"This whole notion of not being able to drink on the day you’re voting
is just archaic. You can get completely
liquored up at home and go vote if you want to, or you can have a glass
of wine at home while you fill out at an absentee ballot, yet on
Election Day you can’t walk into a restaurant at noon and have a glass
of wine. It seems there’s a bizarre inconsistency."
This guy clearly wants out of Utah politics. But he’s got a point.
No doubt the political leaders in Utah will point out that Senator Scott is in the employ of Beelzebub and has it in mind to lead all the children and weaker souls in Utah to the gates of Hell, all the while chugging down cheap Chardonnay.
Indeed, Senator McCoy has a tough road to hoe ahead of him if he thinks he’ll get this law changed. Consider this little nugget found in the middle of the Associated Press story on Mr. McCoy’s Windmill Tilting expedition:
"Bobbie Coray, a recent appointee to the state liquor commission and
who does not drink for religious reasons, proposed hiding liquor
bottles from view in restaurants so those who don’t drink aren’t
offended by the sight of them."
But here’s my favorite thing about his entire article. The very next sentence following the revelation that simply seeing a bottle of Cabernet would likely offend folks in Utah is this beautifully understated sentence:
"McCoy acknowledges revising any liquor law will be difficult."
It’s unfortunate that many Associated Press articles don’t carry the reporter’s name on them and also that I’m too lazy to go searching for the name. At the very least this reporter should get the Sense Of Human Award for Journalism.
Utah happens to be one of those states that we look at from afar and think, "what pretty mountains…let’s go ski." But upon closer inspection of the state and its inhabitants’ proclivity to legislate the fun out of living, we almost always end up heading to Nevada. After all, if you are going to do the Devil’s work, you may as well do it in his back yard.