Silly townsfolk. Had they left me alone and let the fire burn out, they’d have had plenty of coffee, it just would have tasted like Starbucks. Now it’s gonna taste like Starbucks with the added bitterness of Burnt Diana, which may well make it undrinkable for most.
I drink water, milk and juice: no coffee or sodas. So it wouldn’t bother me, but I wouldn’t actively protest a ban, either. It would just be, “Oh. Okay. Whatever.”
Until my mother-in-law can get back on her feet and start the mass murdering spree, that is.
Of course, you also have to consider the implications this ban has on the economy of the good ol’ US of A! Just imagine it: in addition to the folks already on the unemployment rosters, we can add: Starbucks Baristas; all those Hawaiian folks who grow Kona (come on, they’re 'Mericans, too!), all the folks who are employed to process the Eight O’Clock, Folger’s and Maxwell House coffees, and right on down the line! What about the drop in sales of coffee creamers and such, huh? Betcha never even thought of that, didja? Huh? Huh? Nope, betcha didn’t!
Now that changes the question completely, with no caffeine source I would have to kill people if only so my adrenaline could mask the lack of caffeine. Just point me in a direction and I’ll kill all the way to the ocean.
I am sorry but both Fred Phelps and Ann Coulter have disappeared from my repeater-scope and I cannot aim you in their direction at this time. I still have a lock on Glenn Beck but the Council has decided that he is to be spared for the nonce, as being himself is its own punishment.