Maker's Mark has thrown in the towel.
Interestingly, I believe that H-Town Jenny battles on vigorously, but alas, she is made of stronger mettle.
The Knights of the Republic will continue to battle on as well.
I believe the first chink in Maker's Mark's armor became evident when I phased him hardcore with the glacial ice-cap trend video a few weeks ago.
There he was, eating his usual breakfast of free-range, carbon-neutral eggs, "Obama-Bites" cereal (caramel nuggats in a vanilla and chocolatey swirl), and fruit-enfused latte, peering over his fresh copy of the New York Times towards his laptop (appropriately, an Apple) to see Johnny Walker Red's pithy, mercilous missive.
With a shuddering spasm his mind could not fathom the images and words that assuaulted him.
Screaming hysterically he bolted out of the house, pell-mell, arms and legs akimbo, and ran down the street, sheding clothing (and his last fragments of lucidity), in his wake.
He was found hours later, behind a Quick-E-Mart, naked and covered in moss and filth, sucking his thumb, repeatedly mumbling, "....the man....the bear....the pig.....the man...the bear....the pig....."
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