We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A new t-shirt easily found up in Yankeeland. I told my wife this is what I want for my birthday, so we got me one. It's all I want for my birthday. I'll wear it in Italy, with my straw Stetson, red shorts, and white sneakers, and nobody will dare bother me. Not even the Somali scum.
$12.95. She got off easy, except for the cost of the Italy trip.
I currently patronize neither Starbucks nor Dunkin', but I like the shirt.
Dunkin' doughnuts weren't great quality compared to the homemade doughnuts I remember from childhood, but were of acceptable commercial quality. You want a sugar rush, buy them.
I just flipped the TV over to something on Comedy Central. Some talk show format. Discussing coffee prevents suicide, Dave Attel just dissed Starbucks as being so serious with everyone reading, typing on a computer and that's why he's a D n' D man. Starbucks can't get any love from the unserious