There is likely some audience for a patriotic energy drink, but in today's climate, why take that chance? Just produce a potent potable all people would feel comfortable purchasing, but then again I what do I know? I have only been reviewing these things for over a decade. The can itself is pleasant enough, with a monster truck, woman in a bikini, an eagle wearing gun glasses and a bandanna, and my personal favorite, a ripped George Washington on a motorcycle. You might call it a white can; I call it white trash.
At least the taste is pretty good. Pretty damn good, actually. While neither piece of produce achieves a level of verisimilitude found in nature, its simplicity is refreshing in an age of constant caffeinated evolution. The berry brings with it sweetness, a fruity reprieve from the sometimes harsh acidic bite of the citrus. But this sourness is able to withstand the fifty one gram onslaught of carbohydrates, lingering just long enough in the back of your tongue, refreshed with every subsequent sip. Sugar, glucose and sucralose steer the sweetness, there are forty seven grams of the sweet stuff after all, and if you can ignore the little doctor angel on your shoulder, they do provide a really good texture. It is weighted without being heavy, toothsome without becoming gritty. But we should really talk about juice: what little we actually have comes to us from apple and lemon- that is right, strawberry, despite receiving top-billing, is nothing but a "natural flavor." And yet that is not the best part: what is is how we get just five percent nectar, despite a whopping 200 calories. Obesity is the American way, after all.
I really wish we had more than 160 milligrams of caffeine, but that is just the world we live in. Taurine, inositol, vitamins, etc., are all here in standard measure, but come on, this is the country's birthday, do you not think we need a little extra oomph to celebrate?

