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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Anti Not-Gay Bias -

     So the big Chick-Fil-A scandal has come and gone.  Many a Chicken Caesar Wrap and Waffle Fry have fallen only to be countered by the great kiss-in protest a few days later.  Personally, I’m not so sure that this isn’t some sort of cow-driven conspiracy.  Everyone wants to make this a political to-do when it’s really probably just the self-preservation of cattle.  “Eat More Chicken!” they cry.
     But the political machine of being about nothing continues unchecked as we get herded into the cattle car of nonsense, limited thinking, division and general bullsh*t.  The owner of a fast food chicken joint expressed a belief in traditional values and all hell broke loose.
     In the name of said traditional values (in this case the notion that marriage is that of between a man and a woman) I bought myself a Chicken Caesar Wrap Combo on August 1st and a Grilled Chicken Combo on August 2nd.  There were dudes kissing there on August 3rd so I went to Boston Market.  Who am I to say anything about dudes kissing, but there’s no way to get around the fact that dudes were kissing.  It’s not me; it’s just - it’s not my thing and I sorta don’t want to see it.  It’s all good, though.  Kiss away. 
     Not a thing against gays whatsoever.  If one feels the need to embark on a risky lifestyle wrought with irresponsible behavior and deadly infectious disease then go for it.  Makes zero difference to me and I will not hold it against anyone.  And furthermore, that has no bearing at all on the definition of marriage being between a man and a woman (one of each in case there’s some gray area).  I can like gays or not like gays and marriage is still between two peeps of the opposite sex.  And, as luck would have it, there’s some gays out there that I’m quite fond of.
     It’s almost like the stem cell debacle.  Remember that piece of trash masquerading as something important?  Ever notice how that one’s long gone?  I could go into detail, but then I’d have to punch someone in the ****** head.  Actually, I’m starting to get pissed just thinking about it since there were even idiots in my own family who fell for it as another member was terminally ill.  OK, I’m officially pissed off.  Are you glad, ***wipe?
     Sorry for the tangent.  Getting back to Chick-Fil-A…  It was packed on the two days that I visited and it wasn’t a political rally or anything.  One was in Pennsylvania near Philadelphia and the other in South Jersey.  Both had the entire cross-section of everyone, but I’d say that the most represented group were young families.  I haven’t been to Chick-Fil-A on a non-scandal day so I can’t compare, but no one was running around with bibles and guns; not that there’s anything wrong with that.
     The one thing that I did sense was that there was an invisible unspoken sharing of an intangible something.  I don’t know; it was just like one big happy nation of nice chicken-eating people being nice and friendly without judging others or trying to make a point.  Not sure if that makes sense.  It was just a telepathic signal bouncing all over that we get it, it’s all good and let’s all eat some chicken together.  I almost felt like kissing the cashier, but rapidly got ahold of myself.
     The point is that these meaningless issues keep popping up to serve no purpose other than to divide and conquer for the ridiculous benefit of the morons who value politics over people and we keep falling for it.  I wonder what dumbness tomorrow will bring. 
     I think it’s getting to be about time that we start behaving like adults and start getting serious about real issues or we’ll all really be ****** in the ***.  I only say that because I don’t think I’ll be running for any offices or anything so I can say stuff like that.  Plus, I’m not getting paid for this so I’ll say what I want.  Chances are that I’m only saying what you’re thinking, plus I can kick your *** and there’s nothing you’d be able to do about it.
     So keep it up.  I think I’m starting to have one of my pre-Election Day meltdowns.  It’s OK. It’s not your fault.  I think I’ll be fine.


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