Okay, I've held my tongue as long as I can. This whole Chick Fil A thing has gotten totally and entirely out of hand. I went by to get me a dadgum sangwich yesterday and I couldn't even get in the parking lot! You had one group of people shouting something to the effect of "no chicken, not for you, cuz you think we should be in a zoo". On the other side of the parking lot was a group of middle aged white guys shouting stuff like "If it's good enough for Gawd, it's good enough for us!"(say it in a Jerry Falwell voice)
In case you're wondering, I just made that crap up, but it's just about that bad!
Now, I want to go on the record as saying I don't have any issues with the GLBT community. I don't participate, but I don't have any issues. Some of my favorite people in the world are part of this community.
With that being said, I also want to go on the record as saying "I support traditional marriage". That's right cupcake, I can do both! And don't give me any crap about me being a Commie Pinko Bed-wetter just because I said it.
You see, the very Constitution that gives people the right to boycott someplace is the exact same Constitution that gives the people the right to say something to get boycotted over!
If you don't agree with a Company's mission, vision, dress code, menu or choice of toilet paper in the bathrooms, don't go there. That's your choice. It's also my choice if I choose to go there. That's how freedom works.
Years ago in my dark past, I went into an establishment one night, not knowing what kind of establishment it was. Let's just say for a corn-fed farm-boy from the hill country, it was a little, um, "out there"! (I never really knew what studded collars were for until then!) You wanna know what I did? I went out and made a commercial asking all straight people to boycott the club! And then I started a protest out in the street. And I did interviews saying stuff like "it's ridiculous for them to support gay rights. They're not being fair! They're leaving me out!" Waaaaaahhhhhh!
What I really did was get the hell out in a rather prompt manner, while listening to cat-calls and laughter as I skeedaddled! And I never went back!
The lesson here, for all of you people out there with your knickers in a knot, is that it's your choice to not frequent Chick Fil A, just like it's Dan Cathy's right to support his vision of marriage.
Don't turn this into some kind of political bullcrap. It's the right of the owner of any establishment to set up their own rules. If they want to close on Sunday, great. If they want to support their vision of "traditional" marriage, great! (I could add a lot of humor within these parentheses about traditional marriage, but the spousal unit does read this!) And, if you don't want to eat there because of their views, don't.
Just, for Gawd's sake, give it a freakin rest!
