Leave it to a liberal, Brooklyn writer to dump upon a fast-food chain. Especially if said fast-food chain happens to be Chick-fil-A. The Atlanta-based restaurant chain has seen its share of protests in the past:

What did the “evil, evil” chain do now? They had the nerve and audacity to open up a fourth restaurant on Fulton Street in lower Manhattan; an act The New Yorker believes is an act of “Creepy Infiltration”. Why is it creepy, you ask? Reason One:

After all, New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio called for a boycott of the chain in 2015. Because hateful rhetoric and opposite political agendas.

Look, the New Yorker has decided to politicize fast food in the person of some idiot Brooklyn hipster dolt https://t.co/POXFGgpi3f

— John Podhoretz (@jpodhoretz) April 13, 2018

This is a hilarious case of cosmopolitan hickishness, but also an example of blatant anti-Christian bigotry. @newyorker, you wdn't say Muslim or Jewish-owned shops were guilty of "infiltration" & didn't belong in the city: https://t.co/KoH3AgysZt

— Rod Dreher (@roddreher) April 13, 2018

Seriously. Could you imagine a magazine like The New Yorker calling a Muslim business “creepy”? No, you can’t because it wouldn’t happen. What else is “creepy” about this particular Chick-fil-A on Fulton Street? Let’s dissect this a bit more. More reasons:

“I noticed that word—community—scattered everywhere in the Fulton Street restaurant. A shelf of children’s books bears a plaque testifying to “our love for this local community.” The tables are made of reclaimed wood, which creates, according to a Chick-fil-A press release, “an inviting space to build community.” A blackboard with the header “Our Community” displays a chalk drawing of the city skyline. Outside, you can glimpse an earlier iteration of that skyline on the building’s façade, which, with two tall, imperious rectangles jutting out, “gives a subtle impression of the Twin Towers.”

Community is all of a sudden attached to the “evil, evil” Christian agenda of course because of the “misguided nod to 9/11”. After all, tying “community” in with “glorifying God” and throwing in a reference to 9/11 in lower Manhattan (when community DID come together in 2001) is for sure advancing a subliminal, anti-Muslim, pro-Christian “bigot” agenda. To think of individuals coming together over chicken sandwiches at tables made of re-purposed wood at a restaurant chain that dares to post Bibical verses on their walls and (GASP!) children’s books! I mean, perish the thought of anyone who lives or visits lower-Manhattan who actually has kids. They’re all supposed to be pro-abortion for crying out loud!

Me: "OMG, Conservative Christian Grandma From West Virginia! The media is NOT trying to prevent anyone from eating at #ChickFilA because of its founder's conservative Christian beliefs!"

The @NewYorker: Hold my beer.https://t.co/kSexHBWjb1

— Brandon Ambrosino (@BrandonAmbro) April 14, 2018

Community, reclaimed wood furnishings, children’s books and…COWS! The COWS, according to this author are at the forefront of Chick-fil-A’s hate-ridden agenda in the Holy City of New York:

It’s impossible to overstate the role of the Cows—in official communiqués, they always take a capital “C”—that are displayed in framed portraits throughout the Fulton Street location. If the restaurant is a megachurch, the Cows are its ultimate evangelists. Since their introduction in the mid-nineties—when they began advising Atlanta motorists to “EAT MOR CHIKIN”—they’ve remained one of the most popular, and most morbid, advertising campaigns in fast-food history, crucial to Chick-fil-A’s corporate culture.

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.

Cow. Schadenfreude. Nope. This is not a segment from The Onion. This is the (pseudo)-intellectualNew Yorker and me thinks there’s a certain requirement for woke, Brooklyn-hipster writers to throw in big words like “shadenfreude” into their pieces. After all, these fictional campaign Cows are taking pleasure in chickens getting slaughtered. The “Cows” (capital “C” for “Christian”, I am sure) are “inviting” us to partake in this “infiltration”.

Coffee-giant, Starbucks, has a location on just about every corner and has been vocal on supporting same-sex marriage. In 2015, they called attention to racial differences “to start a conversation” rather than just embracing them. Restaurants in Little Italy have pictures of famous actors who played merciless Italian mobsters. Some establishments even boast photos of the “Teflon Don”, himself, John Gotti. There’s a “community” that “infiltrated” New York right there! Murder and money-laundering? Cement Booties and “Sleeping with the fishes”? Creepy, much? Meh. The real threat is those Bible-thumping, chicken-eaters on Fulton Street, says some smug chump at The New Yorker.

New Yorker: “You’ve infiltrated our city.”

Chick-Fil-A: “My pleasure.”

— Joe Ovies (@joeovies) April 13, 2018

While snooty liberal New Yorkers take their seats on their manure-filled F-trains and infiltrate with their brand of tripe, I’m just looking for anyone who wants to pass me a sugar-free lemonade and some perfectly-salted waffle fries. Anybody?