7,000 sailors and Marines on their way to NATO’s Trident Juncture war games exercise, made a pit stop in Iceland's capital of Reykjavík. What could go wrong?

A national crisis hit Iceland this week when a force of 7,000 American sailors and Marines who know nothing about the third president’s propensity for alcoholic self-restraint invaded the country’s capital city of Reykjavík, flexed an unquenchable thirst for frosty suds and swiftly drained much of the city’s beer supply.
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Bar owners tried to accommodate the onslaught of American patrons, but “they were fighting an overwhelming force,” said local blogger, Eiríkur Jónsson.

Wave after wave of dehydrated sailors and Marines strolled into town, filling local establishments for four days straight in search of that old, familiar embrace of sweet inebriation.

One restaurant, Sæta Svínið — good luck pronouncing that — was one of the first to run out of beer. Bar owners tried borrowing from other businesses that were better stocked, but the Americans were too many.

To put this into perspective, think Godzilla and Tokyo, but with beer.

Eventually, Reykjavik ran out of beer.

That’s right. Not one bar, not a street lined with bars, not even a neighborhood. The entire city of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, ran out of beer because close to 7,000 US troops had some down time.

The very next day after our troops left, prime minister Katrin Jakobsdottir announced that she was "against Iceland's membership of Nato."
I wonder what inspired her to say that?