About thirty years ago I tried to give up coffee. ‘It’s Black Death’ a cute guy told me. And I believed him because then we were still in the mode of– ‘if it’s conventional it’s bad for you’. And all my Irish aunts drank it. And they were really old and wrinkled. Look what it did to them. If you only ate enough sprouts and spirulina algae and grapefruit, you’d be spared the predations of age, because age only afflicts the weak of will.
The times I gave up coffee, I had a really tough physical reaction. All my muscles tightened up and I got joint pain. I was doing martial arts at the time, and measuring my stretches. My sister had the same experience when she renounced the ‘Staff of Life’. Coffee has more physical effects than just keeping you awake.
I think the reason my great-aunts brought the coffee pot with them over the Atlantic is that the useful class of the British Isles runs on caffeine. Is it part of a long-term subversive plan by Jews and immigrants to keep us awake and thinking all night when we should be resting up for another day of productivity in the dark Satanic mills? I have internet proof of that…
“In 1652 Sir Nicholas Crispe, a Levant merchant, opened in London the first coffee house known in England, the beverage being prepared by a Greek girl brought over for the work.” …
Such then was the advent of the coffee house in London, which introduced to English-speaking people the drink of democracy. Oddly enough, coffee and the Commonwealth came in together. The English coffee house, like its French contemporary, was the home of liberty.
Liberty is cool. Another possible benefit is protection from breast cancer.
Recently published research shows that coffee drinkers enjoy not only the taste of their coffee but also a reduced risk of cancer with their cuppa. More detailed research published May 10 in BioMed Central’s open access journal Breast Cancer Research shows that drinking coffee specifically reduces the risk of antiestrogen-resistant estrogen-receptor (ER)-negative breast cancer.
I wrote the previous while chewing corn chips, which make one placid and suggestible. Re-reading this with a cup of coffee in my hand, I remember that correlation does not prove causation. There are many conflicting studies on the health effects of coffee. It’s not ‘Black Death’. But healthy people might just like it more. When you’re feeling lousy you can take it or leave it.
It would be really nice if some of the bad habits we tried in vain to give up actually protected us against the scourge of our middle years. But life and it’s events are all kind of random. Like earthquakes.
Kmareka.com 
this reminfd me of a vomic strip cartoon where the character, usually drawn in his 20s or 30s is dreaming he is an old man on his death bed and the TV is on, the announcer saying we have now found
coffee is good for you
sex is good for you
chocolate is good for you
alcohol is good for you
last panel: the old man cries TOO LATE!
Yeah, it’s like that Woody Allen movie, ‘Sleeper’.
My paternal grandfather drank rotgut whiskey and smoked the cheapest rope cigars on earth.
He ate food loaded with salt and fat and was never overweight.He had tuberculosis in his 30’s and made a full recovery.At age 6 he was bitten by a rabid dog in Russia and the blacksmith put a red hot iron bar into the wound and he(obviously)survived.He never lost his hair.
He died peaceully in his sleep at 93.He was still mentally alert.
He was kind of a mean,choleric guy,but i liked him well enough.
He liked coffee.
The point being you’ll either die young or old,barring accident.
My mom drinks a lot of coffee and she’s been overweight all her life.
And she’s only 98.
“Sleeper”was funny,but “Take the Money and Run”was his best.
Later his neuroses kicked in.i could never get past him marrying his stepdaughter.