Victory Coffee

 You have an appointment with destiny, Happy Worker. 

The War God has work for you.

Only the blood of your enemies will quench your thirst. 

 

That is Victory Coffee.

Wisdom of the Wokensphere

 As a Human Resources Professional, I ooze caring.  I am a proud member of the Municipality of Mitchieville's Human Resources Professional team.  Amongst the whale pod that is the Human Resources community, I am a reflective surface of virtue, diversity, and the rich, creamy goodness that is the sturdy timber of woken perspective.  This week's woke Wednesday wisdom is about a new lingo appearing in the petri dish of The Wokensphere.  

Mitchieville Cares that THE PLANET IS DYING

There are terrible pictures coming out of Huntingdon Beach, California.  A horrible disaster has happened.  I choked on my lunch, and sprayed carrot juice out of my nose.   Now that I have recovered I could only ask others if they could do something, anything, to help save the planet.  The planet is dying.  THE PLANET IS DYING.  

There is nothing you can do.  You are doomed.  Your next mug of Vodka is your last.  Your rotting corpse will stain your leather sofa, even as your house pets feast upon your flesh.  

Your one hope, dim, far away, is that a telemarketer will call to solicit funds for a rescue attempt.  Please ring, telephone!  You have your credit cards ready.

I have issued a Directive to the Fenris Badwulf Telemarketing School of Excellence to unleash the full force of Hungry Sales Wolves upon the planet Earth.  Only your money, in my hands, can save the planet.  

Give me your money. 

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care.