Critics of Critics of Coffee Music

Our friend Derek has taken quite a significant amount of space to chide--gently, ever so gently--the New Republic's music critic for his review of the music choices of the tyrannical Starbucks regime.

I, for one, welcome our new coffee overlords. Although I must say that their coffee sucks, or at least it would suck if you could taste it, which you can't, because they serve it at approximately 7,000 degrees centigrade, so that when it isn't melting the cup and burning your hand, the liquid is cauterizing your taste buds and the steam is scalding your nostrils, which is fun in a "bring out the gimp" sort of way, and certainly gives you a jolt in the morning--not unlike being hit in the face with a shovel on your way to work--but doesn't exactly meet my standards for a nice cup of joe to start off the day.