Coors Quotes

The rest of the family tree had a root system soggy with alcohol... One aunt had fallen asleep with her face in the mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving dinner; another's fondness for Coors was so unwavering that I can still remember the musky smell of the beer and the coldness of the cans. Most of the men drank the way all Texas men drank, or so I believed, which meant that they were tough guys who could hold their liquor until they couldn't anymore--a capacity that often led to some cloudy version of doom, be it financial ruin or suicide or the lesser betrayal of simple estrangement. Both social drinkers, my parents had eluded these tragic endings; in the postwar Texas of suburbs and cocktails, their drinking was routine but undramatic.

This is probably the most annoying thing of all to the French. Not only do we pronounce the battles incorrectly (Crécy should be ‘Cray-see’ and Waterloo ‘Watt-air-loh’), with Agincourt (‘Ah-zan-coor’) we even get the spelling wrong.

Real men drink liquor, Reid. Not Coors. And whatever the hell this is.” He turned Wyatt’s bottle around so he could see the label. “Pabst?” Wyatt, pulled his beer away from Ash’s grasp. “Fuck you. I like PBR just fine.” Ash held up his hands disarmingly. “You know who drinks PBR? Hipsters. And nobody over the age of four.

The Kochs were unusually single-minded, but they were not alone. They were among a small, rarefied group of hugely wealthy, archconservative families that for decades poured money, often with little public disclosure, into influencing how Americans thought and voted. Their efforts began in earnest in the second half of the twentieth century. In addition to the Kochs, this group included Richard Mellon Scaife, an heir to the Mellon banking and Gulf Oil fortunes; Harry and Lynde Bradley, midwesterners enriched by defense contracts; John M. Olin, a chemical and munitions company titan; the Coors brewing family of Colorado; and the DeVos family if Michigan, founders of the Amway marketing empire. Each was different, but together they formed a new generation of philanthropist, bent on using billions if dollars from their private foundations to alter the direction of American politics.

In addition to the Kochs, this group included Richard Mellon Scaife, an heir to the Mellon banking and Gulf Oil fortunes; Harry and Lynde Bradley, midwesterners enriched by defense contracts; John M. Olin, a chemical and munitions company titan; the Coors brewing family of Colorado; and the DeVos family of Michigan, founders of the Amway marketing empire. Each was different, but together they formed a new generation of philanthropist, bent on using billions of dollars from their private foundations to alter the direction of American politics.

Oh looka that, you dumb dork!” The Kid exclaimed. His tone was one of great outrage. Suddenly the .45 was pointed at Trash, its bore as big and dark as an ocean liner’s smokestack. Trashcan felt his groin go numb. He thought he might be pissing himself, but had no way of telling for sure. “I’m gonna venilate your thinkin-machine for that,” The Kid said. “You done spilt the beer. If it was any other kind I wun’t do it, but that was Coors you spilled. I’d piss Coors if I could, you believe that happy crappy?” “Sure,” Trashcan whispered. “And do you think they’re makin any more Coors these days, Trash? That seem very fuckin likely to you?” “No,” Trashcan whispered. “Guess not.” “You’re fuckin right. It’s a dangered spee-shees.

Marlboro Man was out of town, on a trip to the southern part of the state, looking at farm ground, the night I began conceiving of the best way to arrange the reception menu. I was splayed on my bed in sweats, staring at the ceiling, when suddenly I gave birth to The Idea: one area of the country club would be filled with gold bamboo chairs, architecturally arranged orchids and roses, and antique lace table linens. Violins would serenade the guests as they feasted on cold tenderloin and sipped champagne. Martha Stewart would be present in spirit and declare, “This is my daughter, whom I love. In her I am well pleased.” Martha’s third cousin Mabel would prefer the ballroom on the other end of the club, however, which would be the scene of an authentic chuck wagon spread: barbecue, biscuits and gravy, fried chicken, Coors Light. Blue-checkered tablecloths would adorn the picnic tables, a country band would play “All My Exes Live in Texas,” and wildflowers would fill pewter jugs throughout the room. I smiled, imagining the fun. In one fell swoop, our two worlds--Marlboro Man’s country and my country club--would collide, combine, and unite in a huge, harmonious feast, one that would officially usher in my permanent departure from city life, cappuccino, and size 6 clothes.

As in other social matters, members of the Coors family amplify their views with money and organizational involvement.

I buy us each a 40 oz. of Coors Light because right off the bat, it’s important that she knows I am the kind of guy who drinks 40s, not like wine or craft beer or stuff like that.

2000: 1,509 craft breweries 29 noncraft regional and national breweries AB InBev and MillerCoors: 81 percent share 2013: 2,594 craft breweries 10 noncraft regional and national breweries AB InBev and MillerCoors: 74 percent share

With Rae’s hand in mine, I pull her through the crowd behind me, pushing and shoving anyone in the way. Someone elbows me in the ribs, another kicks the back of my knee, causing me to stumble forward. With fire in my eyes, I regain my balance and prepare to set everyone ablaze. Rae tells me to forget about it and pushes me forward. A circle has formed around the fighters, two skinny blonde kids. One bounces up and down in nothing but a t-shirt, while the other drinks from a forty ounce can of Coors Light. The crowd waits impatiently for the first swing. They taunt, they squeal. What an audience. Violence will solve this; someone was insulted and the person responsible will pay the consequences with however much abuse his body can take. What their knuckles and knees say will be louder than anything from their mouths or minds.

I had a Coors beer. I never cared for Adolph Coors’s politics, but I wasn’t sure I cared for anyone’s, and he made a nice beer. No carcinogens.

Despite the challenges, Coca-Cola succeeded in the end. China has become Coca-Cola's third largest market in the world, after the United States and Mexico. It has invested over $5 billion in China. More important, Coca-Cola has blazed a trail for other foreign companies—Pepsi, KFC, McDonald's, Coors, Budweiser, IBM, Apple, Dell, Procter & Gamble, Walmart, Sheraton,

Ryan was sporting the Coors Light blue mountain equivalent of a first impression: ice cold.

I looked down and realized I had champagne, Diet Coke, red wine, Coors Light, bottled water, and hot tea on my tray all at once. The rich, I realized, were different from you and me only in their unlimited access to beverages. For a moment I was intensely happy.

Scratch a farmer and find the tragic sense of life. You can’t convince a farmer that life is just one big Coors beer bash . . . They live according to the laws of sun, ice, and water.

People who live close to the land tend to harbor a sense of realism about the role of luck in their lives. Reynolds Price, a novelist and one of my college teachers, put it well: “Scratch a farmer and find the tragic sense of life. You can’t convince a farmer that life is just one big Coors beer bash . . . They live according to the laws of sun, ice, and water.” But those who are cut off from the land, except as a place to relax and recreate, are often afflicted with urban idealism. More and more people today live in a world of streets and houses and buildings and stadiums and schools. Stores and shops provide their food. All of these have been built by man, and it can lead us to an unnatural conclusion, even if we are unaware of it: that man has the potential to create a paradise.

Brewing these beers, meeting these brewers, didn't just transport me to a former time; it bonded me to it. At first, when I looked at that long list of taps, I saw divisions: the hop head, the sour snob, the Coors-swigging frat boy. All those flavors felt like lines in the sand. How bitter can you handle? How strong is too strong? But tracing beer back to its sources simplified it for me. Beer transforms--grain to sugar, sugar to alcohol, raw to cooked, sober to enlightened, man to maker--and, as it transforms, it connects. It connects us to where we live and what grows there, it connects our present to our past, and it connects us to one another. Brewing made us human--we drink therefore we are. This isn't just my story, or beer's story, it's the story of us. This is the world according to beer, a brewer's history of civilization.

In addition to the Kochs, this group included Richard Mellon Scaife, an heir to the Mellon banking and Gulf Oil fortunes; Harry and Lynde Bradley, midwesterners enriched by defense contracts; John M. Olin, a chemical and munitions company titan; the Coors brewing family of Colorado; and the DeVos family of Michigan, founders of the Amway marketing empire. Each was different, but together they formed a new generation of philanthropist, bent on using billions of dollars from their private foundations to alter the direction of American politics. —

The combination of long-expired beef jerky and ten cans of Coors were likely responsible for the upheaval in his bowels.

The most distinguished thing about him was there was nothing you would remember him by.

La nuit était d’une beauté surnaturelle, couleur de mûre noire, les fumées blanchâtres de l’usine Coors s’y dissipaient à gros bouillons, inversant les valeurs de lumière comme sur un négatif photographique.

Her beer of choice is Coors Light, which tastes like tap water that someone accidentally spilled a couple of drops of stale beer into while cleaning up the day after a party.

Bud Light bottles, Truly lemonades, or Coors Light cans.

Do yourself a favor and run down the list of businesses started during depressions or economic crises. Fortune magazine (ninety days after the market crash of 1929) FedEx (oil crisis of 1973) UPS (Panic of 1907) Walt Disney Company (After eleven months of smooth operation, the twelfth was the market crash of 1929.) Hewlett-Packard (Great Depression, 1935) Charles Schwab (market crash of 1974–75) Standard Oil (Rockefeller bought out his partners in what became Standard Oil and took over in February 1865, the final year of the Civil War.) Coors (Depression of 1873) Costco (recession in the late 1970s) Revlon (Great Depression, 1932) General Motors (Panic of 1907) Procter & Gamble (Panic of 1837) United Airlines (1929) Microsoft (recession in 1973–75) LinkedIn (2002, post–dot-com bubble) For the most part, these businesses had little awareness they were in some historically significant depression. Why? Because the founders were too busy existing in the present—actually dealing with the situation at hand.

Nationally, 85 percent of oil industry jobs are held by men, and most women in the field work as engineers, administrators, medical personnel, or on cleaning staffs. Oil companies tout this as gender diversity in their press releases, but women hold fewer than 2 percent of the jobs beyond those positions. The gender inequality in the field has made nearby Williston—the only population hub for over 100 miles—look like a seething all-male metropolis complete with strip clubs, greasy burger joints, Coors Light chugging contests, bar fights, and seatless Porta Potties on oil rig locations

On November 15th 2014, 3 months before my assault, Deputy Shaw spotted a few young men walking through Stanford campus with beer cans. When apprehended, they ran. One guy was caught and detained, confessed the guy who escaped was Brock. Brock was summoned back. The police noted he returned wearing a bright orange tuxedo and Deputy Shaw smelled the odor of alcohol on him. He had a black backpack on with Coors Light beers inside as well as a beer in his hand. He admitted to hiding the beer and knew he was not supposed to have to have it because he was not 21 years old. He stated that when he saw Deputy Shaw approach, he made the decision to run. While running, he heard the verbal commands to stop, but continued evading. He said it was a split-second decision and he regretted making it. Deputy Shaw would be the one to photograph my body three months after this incident.

What’s interesting about craft brewers’ proclivity for such elaborate exercises in branding is how this behavior so closely resembles the longstanding practices of the global beer conglomerates craft beer folk claim to despise. There’s an old and telling adage about business that says mass market companies, take Budweiser and MillerCoors for example, don’t sell products, they sell advertising.

David Brock, a conservative apostate who became a liberal activist, described the Heritage Foundation, where he was a young fellow, as almost completely under the thumb of its wealthy sponsors. In his tell-all book Blinded by the Right, he writes, “I saw how right-wing ideology was manufactured and controlled by a small group of powerful foundations” like Smith Richardson, Adolph Coors, Lynde and Harry Bradley, and John M. Olin.

He is, however, picturesque. The colors of the Coors Light can are an almost perfect match for the streaks of silver-white in his beard, the blue of his shirt, and the red of the baseball cap, now hanging from one rail of his rocking chair. He looks like something that Norman Rockwell might have painted if he woke up in a really pissy mood.

Subway restaurants agreed to remove the “yoga mat chemical” from their bread following a petition I started.1 Kraft decided to remove artificial food dyes from their kids’ mac and cheese products after I stormed their headquarters with over 200,000 petitions.2 Chick-fil-A’s chicken went antibiotic free following my meetings with them urging them to do so.3 Anheuser-Busch and Miller-Coors both agreed to publish their ingredients for the first time in history following another of my petitions.4 I was finishing up my first book, exposing the chemicals in our food, and it was slated to be out in a few short months. I had just published an investigation into Starbucks’ famous Pumpkin Spice Latte,5 calling them out for their use of “class IV” caramel coloring (a chemical linked to cancer).6 This piece went viral, with millions of views and shares (which ultimately led to Starbucks dropping this coloring from their drinks).

ALEC created a set of “task forces” that addressed issues of concern to the corporate members. The task forces were directed by a team composed of corporate representatives and state legislators. This partnership appears to be unique in American history, giving companies an unprecedented chance to craft public policy. Brand-name companies like Procter & Gamble and Coors Brewing joined ALEC. But Koch Industries was one of the most active participants. Koch almost always sent a representative to ALEC’s task force meetings, recalled Bonnie Sue Cooper, who was chairman of ALEC in 1997. A Koch lobbyist named Mike Morgan was on ALEC’s board of directors with Cooper. In the late 1990s, when ALEC was struggling financially, Koch’s political network loaned the group $500,000 to keep it afloat.

Ás vegadas, por facer festa, o señor Merlin saía á eira, e nunha copa de cristal chea de auga verquía dúas ou tres gotas do licor que il chamaba "clos países", e sorrindo, con aquela aberta sorrisa que lle enchía a franca faciana como enche o sol a mañán, preguntábanos de qué coor queríamos velo mundo, e sempre que a min me tocaba responder, eu decía que de azul, i entón don Merlin botaba a iauga, ao áer, e por un segundo o mundo todo, Esmelle todo arredor, as brancas torres de Belvís, as pombas i o can Ney, o roxo pelo de Manoeliña, a branca barba de mi amo, o cabalo tordo, as bidueiras de Quintás i o toxo da coroa do Castro, todo era unha longa nuben azul que pouco a pouco se esvaía.