Neanderpundit

I tuned in temporarily to some idiot who opined:

“Do you know that Sarah Palin raised taxes while she was governor or Alaska? No more odious family in America can ever be found than the Cheneys” then he had a whole litany of other supposed “conservative” nastiness, all contrived, all stated as fact without the least evidence, all disguised as “Inspirational” programming.

Who sits in their car and listens to this shit and says “Yep! That’s all true for sure!!”?

This idiot kept using “Conservative” like an epithet. When anyone with a brain says anything anywhere, they are excoriated- in fact you have to be extraordinarily carefiul lest someone brand you as “Racist” or “Homophobic” or some other leftist shibboleth. But the left is free to say anything it wants, and nobody ever calls them on it.

The constitution guarantees your freedom of speech, at least for now. Only the left is protected from the consequences of that speech. If Rush or Hannity or Savage says anything the left doesn’t like, they have consequences aplenty. When any idiot like this can get on the air and spew demonstably false or deliberately misleading nonsense, they drive home in perfect safety smug in their superiority.

Floggings would be a good start.

So I stop at Badonkin Donettes for my morning coffee. While I’m there I think I’ll try one of the sausage croissants. So I order, a Number Four, with double cream.

I get the coffee and the guy hands me the little paper bag.

I get halfway to the end of the drive through, and sip the coffee. And nearly spit it all over the car. I look at the side, and it has “8 creme 8 sugar” written on it. It’s disgustingly sweet. In the bag there were twelve more creams and sugars.

I threw the whole thing in the garbage, and went inside.

I explained carefully to the woman at the counter. “I want a number four. I want to make the coffee a large. I want double cream in it. ” SHe takes my money. She pours a small coffee, puts a big dollop of cream in it, and four splendas. She hands me a bag. It contains a bran muffin.

I sigh and ask for a manager.

She comes over, looking for all the world like Clara Peller.

“I’d like a number four. I want the coffee large. I want two creams in it. NO SUGAR. ”

She eventually gets me a sausage croissant. She holds up the cup of black coffee and repeats: Just two creams, no sugar, right?”

Finally.

I like their coffee. It’s consistent. I’m damned if I’m gonna go through THAT again.