At the shop where I work two days a week, a vanilla latte costs 7 dollars. This time last year it was 6. Next year it will be 10. The year after you’ll have to sign a lease, take out a loan. In ten years you won’t even get close to coffee unless you own a plantation. Own the village where you whip illiterate farmers to torture the earth into spilling its seeds.
Interesting that the dystopian situation you explore where people fight to the death for a latte is actually the dream end-state for the anarcho-capitalists aka "Ayn Rand's gibbering boychildren".
Meanwhile as an old guy I can deffo confirm that sitting on grievances can make your arse break out in boils. Take good care of that sphincter, people!
Fine analysis of the "I'm So Special" delusion that is being American.
Interesting that the dystopian situation you explore where people fight to the death for a latte is actually the dream end-state for the anarcho-capitalists aka "Ayn Rand's gibbering boychildren".
Meanwhile as an old guy I can deffo confirm that sitting on grievances can make your arse break out in boils. Take good care of that sphincter, people!
Fine analysis of the "I'm So Special" delusion that is being American.
For a quad shot mocha, ask the patron to tell you their views on pedophilia (for or against) and then have them steel man the opposite point of view.
wonderful, wonderful writing
Incredible