Recovering from Starbucks coffee memories

I'm recovering from my trip to the US. I spent more days at the airports than in the US. Out of everything I disliked there, the most annoying memory was meeting two students and a lecturer, from Kuwait and Egypt, at Georgetown University who were well known protagonists of the Palestinian cause who asked me to meet up with them outside... Starbucks! No, really. It seems Starbucks has become the meeting place of activists for justice in Palestine. Not only that, but one of the students came out walking (after I refused to enter) with a Starbucks coffee cup! After I bashed at him, the lecturer said I was bossy and rude. Maybe he's right, mind you, we'll have to ask the surviving relatives of the second Qana massacre whether the Starbucks funded missiles that killed their babies were also bossy and rude. But, then again, ignore the roots of my Muslim rage and despair, to borrow the term from modern day, celebrity Bernard Lewis, Mr Bono. (One of my anthropology professors at SOAS once came into class with a Coca Cola... I tried explaining to him where his money just went to, but shouldn't he already know that?)