My First Protest
August 5, 2012 Leave a comment
Since the furore erupted a couple of weeks ago, I made the active decision, twice, that for dinner, we were going to have Chick-Fil-A, (for Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Day and on July 25th).
According to some people, even one or two that I’m acquainted with, this makes me a Bible-thumping, knuckle-dragging bigot, because its all about anti-gay rights and nothing else.
Believe that of me, if you wish, I’m tired of that kind of bullshit, knee jerk response and I’m not going to argue with you, but instead I will just turnabout the stereotyping and assume you are a tiresome, small-minded, kool-aid drinking and petty useful idiot that politicians love to hqve as their “base”.
You see, what annoyed me about the situation, and called me to action, was the tin-pot dictator, little Hitler response of various city officials around the country, most of whom, by now, have probably tried to walk back their comments, like the spineless little poll-watching busy-bodies that they are.
For me, it has nothing to do with gay rights or where a company executive donates his money. For me, it was simple.
Freedom of speech.
When someone espouses their beliefs, their business should not be threatened by government. Choosing which businesses start up, survive or fail: that is for the free markets.