I’ve been drinking coffee since I was six years old. I still drink it every day. Several cups. Nothing fancy. Regular coffee with a bit of French Vanilla creamer, but I can do regular cream, sugar, milk, iced. And yes, I like coffee ice cream. Stories about coffee tend to attract my attention.
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The U of Q Scolds Coffee Drinkers for Dooming the Planet
A handful of egg heads in the Great White North are concerned about the detrimental effects of coffee on the planet. Drinking it, brewing it, and those individual, disposable coffee capsules (K-Cups). Yikes!
If Coffee is Systemically Racist, Then so Is the Democrat Party
There’s an article by someone somewhere on the internet (no duh!) about coffee and how it is racist. They say that it is a drink by black people for black people that has become a pillar of white supremacist capitalism.
Coffee Politics: Does America Run on Dunkin’ or Is That Just the Northeast?
I drink a lot of coffee, and I live in New England. I can’t drive more than a few minutes without seeing a Dunkin’ Donuts (rebranded now as Dunkin’).
Coffee and Espresso Type and How It Determines You as a Person
A cup of coffee is what many people reach for in the morning when they wake up. They believe they can’t function well if they don’t get their caffeine fix. To prepare coffee at their convenience, many have bought their own espresso machines. If you’re planning to buy one, here’s a buying guide to help … Read more
Escape Starbucks’ Pretentious Carp – At Dunkin’ There’s No Liberal Political Preachin’
Starbucks Coffee sucks. It does. I’ve been drinking coffee since I was six years old. Their coffee is overpriced pretentious crap. And you are free to disagree. Spend your money to make Woke Liberal Wunderkind Howard Schultz wealthier. But if you’d like an alternative to any of that, Dunkin’ Donuts is apolitical.
Has California Decided That Coffee Doesn’t Cause Cancer After All?
Back on April 1st, we reported on a ruling by a Judge in Los Angeles. A non-profit had sued 90 coffee companies claiming they had violated Prop 65 which required them to warn customers about a chemical in brewed coffee (acrylamide) that could lead to cancer.
Two months along and something has changed.
Is Juan Valdez The Anti Christ?
(Repost: Originally posted Aug 17th, 2010 – What can I say, I like this one.)
I started drinking coffee at the age of six, not because my parents were irresponsible—they were in fact better people than I can ever hope to become—but because I spent an unusual amount of time in the company of coffee drinkers. Both of my parents were recovering Alcoholics, (You are always recovering by the way) and both committed large portions of their lives to helping others cope with their disease.
Back in the 60’s and 70’s AA meetings had two very distinctive elements: cigarette smoke as thick as a London fog and coffee brewed endlessly in the largest attainable brewing device within driving distance. While I am sure that the pall of smoke has today been relegated to a nearby alcove or outdoor “designated” smoking area, I suspect the coffee still runs like the bulls at Pamplona—every day of the year. And apparently, the best way to fend off the contact buzz from the Stygian gloom of a nicotine cloud is to drink coffee in tiny foam cups with red plastic stirs that poke your fore-head as you try to slurp up the coffee flavored sugar ooze in the bottom.
Jesus and the Democrat
JESUS AND THE DEMOCRAT
A Republican, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over there?” The waitress nodded “yes,” so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee, on him.
… The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus, over there?” The waitress nodded, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “My treat.”
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Democrat on crutches.