People. People people people. You know, we here at FUCT - we try, we really do. We explain, we illustrate, we prompt, we encourage, we cajole, and yes, sometimes if all else fails we kick down the doors and yell very rude things very loudly at people who appear either unwilling or incapable of following the most simple instructions.
But we're not unreasonable.
If your tea of choice is not really tea, if it comes from a teabag, if you insist on dunking unsuitable things in it (and if you don't know what shouldn't be dunked in tea then you should subscribe to our quarterly newsletter), we like to think of ourselves as a broad church, extending a welcome to almost everyone. Why, over the christmas period we even invited the local Buddhist monastery over to tell us about yak-butter tea. That's right - we're open-minded, tolerant people.
However, it has been brought to our attention that a crime of such magnitude has been committed against tea that even the most mild-mannered and live-and-let-live amongst us have had to be forcibly restrained from taking a crowbar to the doors of the armoury and unleashing the most fiendish weapons of religious genocide.
"What manner of crime could it be?" you ask yourselves. And that's a very reasonable question.
It is
this.
Once again those poor benighted heathens - yes, even poorer and more benighted than those cursed to live in the Slough of Despond or the Land of Fake Jazz Nonsense have outdone themselves.
In my capacity as resident FUCT representative I call upon the faithful here present to join with us in not only condemning this fiendish heresy but also to report to your local FUCT place of worship, tooling up, and thence going mob-handed to your nearest American embassy/consulate and performing such acts as would make Jallianwala Bagh look like a Sunday School outing.
Heed the call, brethren.
Thank you.