Full java jacket

I kinda doubt my NRA dad ever set foot in a Starbucks; he was probably more a Dunkin’ sort of caffeinator, given that he initially attributed the first symptom of his fatal brain cancer (passing out after puking) to a Subway sandwich. But even he would have to agree this latest movement by wingnuts to play out their paranoia by packing heat into latte central is seriously kkkrazy. Call me old-fashioned, but I’m less afraid of “muslins” than guys with penis issues heading into stressful places while armed and stupid. They get behind too many patrons demanding stuff like half-decaf, quarter-skim, and the macchiato will run red.