Star-casm (humor)

White slavery (literature)

I dont know why he didn't "warm it up," as he was asked to. I am completely confused about that. Did I not tell StarSlave to do that? Yet my pumpkin bread slice was quite cold, when it arrived after never having been heated.

We shall flog him. Later, in the basement. Now he has work to do. The slave is now attending to another customer. Certainly we will flog him later but he is currently taking an order for a pumpkin latte chai. It is "very popular," he assures this new customer, who had made a signal of being a little uncertain. If it is popular, it must be good. He seems to have acne—on the face. The movements are programmed. The individual movements he does make are formally correct, but there is no sincerity to it and he lacks flow and harmony. None of the natural human flow that we should normally take for granted. Even a servant would normally pick up some of the qualities of the employer. Surely, he must get flogged. As Bob Dylan said, everybody must get stoned, and it will be his turn, once we get him in the basement. In a friendly sort of imitation conversation he says he is almost 29.

He acts like some sort of a robot. It is nothing if not a poor imitation of being human, of the human type. Considering that maybe the job of a Star Fu*ks barrista (isn't that a Van Gough painting?) is that of faking at being nice — that he is fucking doing. He keeps telling everyone to have a a great day.

But you know what—? This is just simply insincere. Let's face it—the whole thing is an act. He emits little sound bites, of the sort of thing that would seem to be expressions of a normal sort of courtesy. But — no, that's not it. Making slavery illegal was a big error, in my view.

They got the race wrong that's all. Of course there should also be a few blacks, because, damn — they soooo cute! Mostly, white Christians will do nicely but please — no Jews. Who they fu*k you think created Jesus? His virgin parents did — that's who. My people were slaves in the Land of Egypt, as is well-known. We are definitely finished with it. I learned all the lessons I needed to learn from my own home-lessness as well. But white Christians? Ripe for the picking, I say: Lets'' git 'em!

Now some chump - at 12:30 - asks for a breakfast sandwich. And slave-a-rino is quite beside himself apologizing. He says he is sorry, and all he has left is the (you can't make this up!) the "impossible sandwich" and actually a few others. (Fact: little white slave boy *now* discovers that he does have several varieties left.) [this guy is ruining my essay because, as I re-write, I begin to sense he really is that stupid]

It is 12:30 PM. Why is he "so sorry"? There are no breakfasts because it is afternoon. Slaveboy do not gots to b sorry. The slaveboy should have laughed in that fool's face. "Breakfast"? Huh? Man I a-go whip that fool all over agin! We are really not allowed to whip customers. But barristas--? yeah. Yes, I mean.

errrrrrrrggh..... however the fu*k you spel it

---

Final authorial Note: Honestly I do not think I should go to Starbucks. I am allergic to the place. It is nearby though, and - ever hopeful for my fellow human beings - I thought I would try to have a coffee and a snack there. This - written piece - is what happened. I really need to avoid that place.

---

note to the fascist pigs running this stupid website and Internet freedom of speech center: It were Star-casm...