“Thus says the Lord concerning the prophets who lead my people astray,
who cry ‘Peace’ when they have something to eat, but declare war against him who puts nothing into their mouths.”
In the middle of a long night shift, one
often craves better coffee than may be had reheated from the canteen in the
office kitchen.
By “better” I don’t mean half an inch of George Clooney-level Nespresso® or a fresh cappuccino from Starbucks
(assuming, in the case of the latter, you can still manage to justify shoveling
hard-earned dollars into the coffers of Planned Parenthood via their favorite corporate
proxy). No, at 4 a.m. McDonalds will do, and do wondrously.
Yeah, First World problems, I know.