And so it begins.
Oh well.
I responded to a Reddit post this morning asking what should be done about Felon 45's insider trading and manipulation of the stock market.
My response was, "Bring back the guillotines and drag that orange daughterfucker and his entire administration out of the White House."
Apparently someone was triggered. I received a 3-day ban from the entire site for "inciting violence."
I had a premium (ad-free) subscription that was good for another eight months, but I said fuck it, and wrote it all off. I canceled the recurring subscription and then deleted my account completely. This was my last connection to social media—save for a nearly-inactive Instagram account that I still have only to bring you guys those horrible Star Trek jokes.
Fuck 'em.
And on the subject of putting my money where my mouth is (or cutting off my nose to spite my face, depending on your viewpoint), I realized the other day I still had some money left on my Starbucks Gold Card. (I've been a member since 2010 or thereabouts.) Since I've given up supporting that union-busting multi-millionaire CEO, I'll be damned if I was going to let him keep drawing whatever pittance of interest the company gets from holding my remaining balance. I ordered a coffee this morning and then left a $5 tip, leaving only a few cents on the card. (I would've zeroed it out completely if that had been an option, but sadly it wasn't.)
So fuck Brian Nicol too.
And you know what? After being away from Starbucks going on six weeks now, I won't say that Starbucks coffee isn't bad insomuch as it's just uninspiring—especially after having a month-long diet of much better java from local businesses.
