That's the thing, would you trust these foaming at the mouth commie pinkos to actually steam your latte and not, in some way, mess it up to such epic proportions, you are left speechless. You then drive to the nearest gun store, and ask for their last 7.62X39 variant for the inevitable civil war, and contemplate where life went so wrong. And then one day, you realize you bought aluminum shells and you should have bought brass, but alum cases are better than nothing. And you look out in the distance, and wonder when the commie pinko will either kill herself, or get killed by Tyrell, and find her true form as lawn fertilizer