You know, sometimes it’s hard to take the stupidity coming from the Leftwits seriously. I mean, they cannot possibly believe the twaddle they type, right? Take for instance, the New Yorker magazine article, “Chick-fil-A’s Creepy Infiltration of New York City”. Chick-fil-a chicken is creepy? Chick-fil-a is infiltrating New York City? Only a spineless Progosaurus could type those words. Hate chicken strikes again.

From the first word to the last, the Chick-fil-a article reeks of bitter anger. From the article:

New York has taken to Chick-fil-A. One of the Manhattan locations estimates that it sells a sandwich every six seconds, and the company has announced plans to open as many as a dozen more storefronts in the city. And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism.

I have been in a lot of the hate chicken stores. I know they close on Sundays, but I never noticed “pervasive Christian traditionalism” in any one of the stores. So where did the article’s author Dan Piepenbring get this pervasiveness? Corporate headquarters:

Its headquarters, in Atlanta, are adorned with Bible verses and a statue of Jesus washing a disciple’s feet. Its stores close on Sundays. Its C.E.O., Dan Cathy, has been accused of bigotry for using the company’s charitable wing to fund anti-gay causes, including groups that oppose same-sex marriage. “We’re inviting God’s judgment on our nation,” he once said, “when we shake our fist at him and say, ‘We know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage.’ ” The company has since reaffirmed its intention to “treat every person with honor, dignity and respect,” but it has quietly continued to donate to anti-L.G.B.T. groups.

Mr. Piepenbring are you equating pro-Traditional Marriage groups with anti-L.G.B.T groups? I know this is probably gonna cause your eyes to leak bitter Liberal tears, but you can be pro-Traditional Marriage and still love gay people. Maybe take religion out of contract law and contract law out of marriage?

Poor Mr. Piepenbring also has a huge problem with the genius “Eat Mor Chicken” advertising campaign. Check this out:

It’s worth asking why Americans fell in love with an ad in which one farm animal begs us to kill another in its place. Most restaurants take pains to distance themselves from the brutalities of the slaughterhouse; Chick-fil-A invites us to go along with the Cows’ Schadenfreude.

That is some funny stuff. Liberals slay me. They have no problems with a baby being ripped from the womb and sold for parts, but cringe in horror at the idea that their yummy chicken sandwich once clucked. Whereas I am well aware of where my food comes from. I remember watching my Great-Grandmother, Big Mom, effectively and efficiently snap the neck of a chicken she then cleaned and served for dinner. That woman could fry chicken.

Also, Mr. Piepenbring is verklempt about the gentrification and homogeneity of the chain restaurants in NYC:

Chick-fil-A, meanwhile, is set to become the third-largest fast-food chain in the nation, behind only McDonald’s and Starbucks. No matter how well such restaurants integrate into the “community,” they still venerate a deadening uniformity. Homogeneous food is comfort food, and chains know that their primary appeal is palliative.

Please, guy, walk outside. Food trucks and carts are all over NYC. Plus, there are some great restaurants where I have eaten many a meal. And, speaking of “deadening uniformity”, NYC and the color black. Every year, we are told that some color other than black is the “new black”. No, black is the new black. Every year. Even the freaks in NYC are all a lot alike. So spare me, please.

Confession time. I am not in love with Chick-fil-a. I still love Kentucky Fried Chicken (Go Colonel!) and Popeye’s Louisiana Kitchen. I do have friends who feel this way about Chick-fil-a:

Now, I don’t judge my friends who crave Chick-fil-a anymore than I judge my friends who prefer In-n-Out burger over Whataburger. Blasphemy! Just kidding. And, if I crave a great Falafel, I don’t give a fat cow’s udder about the religion of the cook who makes it. Just get that yummy Falafel to my table.

There is a whole lot of ugly in the world. True fact. People are ugly to each other all over. I saw this Tweet today, right before I saw this article:

Yes, the entire city of San Jose is mentally unhinged. L.G.B.T flags to counteract the effects of hate chicken. Right? But, the point is: Don’t you have bigger problems that worrying about hate chicken. The world is going to end in twelve years, according to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. That means that we only have twelve years to eat all the good food in the world. That’s scary.

Lighten up, Chick-fil-a haters.

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