The bible says a lot (a real lot) about greed and wealth and helping the poor, and how the last shall be first and the first, last. And yet these filthy rich Christians are more worried about someone-else’s sex life than the safety of their eternal souls.

It’s almost like they don’t really believe in God at all.

This set me on fire.

http://www.dependablerenegade.com/.a/6a00d8341bf82953ef016768b87be6970b-pi

Those filthy, rotten cowards brazenly made up a giant lie about the Muppet toys to cover their hateful policy against gays.

My mom is a Christian. These guys are not Christians.

Yes, and I’m hoping that the Henson Company sues the ever-living shit out of Chick-fil-Lie for that. True, they didn’t claim that anyone had been injured by the toys, but the timeline on the whole thing is so obvious that any competent attorney would have no problem proving that it amounts to a deliberate effort on the part of Chick-fil-Lie to defame the Henson Co. They could have just as easily put up a sign that said “we regret that the finger puppet toys are no longer available and apologize for the inconvenience,” which would have covered the situation. Instead, good Christians that they are, they made up a big fucking lie about how porky kids might get their fingers stuck – in the finger puppets.

I’ve been ambivalent about most calls to boycott businesses for political reasons, but this company goes out of its way to be full of lies. Fuck them.

Christianity used to mean something good and valuable. Now it’s just a political label for assholes. If their version of God is correct, he’s an asshole, too.

It’s not like you can’t get a chicken sandwich just about anywhere. Hope they lose a lot of business because of this stupid stunt.

And the sad truth is that Chick-fil-a does much more harm by heavily funding national hate groups with a voice in the media than a handful of Westboro Baptist idiots picketing a funeral now and then.

OT, but I just saw over at Atrios’ place that the movie version of Cloud Atlas is coming out this fall. I believe I recommended the novel to our host in a thread a while back, as David Mitchell is simply one of the most talented and interesting young writers out there today. And I really hope it opens the same weekend at Atlas Shrugs – Part II. Sociologists cold probably write volumes describing the interaction of the two distinct crowds in the lobby as they purchase their Junior Mints and popcorn.

Of course Atlas will probably open on only two screens, one in Wasilla and the other in Colorado Springs.

I don’t eat Chick-fil-a because it is salty, greasy and disgusting. I am glad to learn after all of these years I also have a sociopolitical reason for not liking their food.

Wow, these “Christians” at Chick-fil-a sure don’t have a problem with bearing false witness.

Wish they had a rule in their book that said they shouldn’t do that.

What’s in a ‘Chick-fil-a’? What’s an ‘a’?

They only believe in straight sex: chick fellatio.

(golf clap)

Sally Ride, a hero to millions, dies this week with her partner of 27 years at her side. But according to some doddering old fool, her relationship could never be as true as this one.

True that. I’m not a food snob, but I ate at a Chick-fil-A once and didn’t like it at all. An easy boycott.

I’ve lived in a few states of the late, much lamented (in certain quarters) Confederacy over the last 10 years and one of the many enduring mysteries is why they love Chick-fil-A so much down here. The quality is so-so. The prices are astronomical.

Of the two occasions I have had the misfortune of going into a store, every single employee had this weird, cult-like empty smiling stare – more than just the regular fast food employee fake smile that is supposed to hide their disdain for all customers, which is good and proper for all retail workers. No, this was more The Bliss of the Saved that you get with any cult worth its salt. Totally creeped me out.

and one of the many enduring mysteries is why they love Chick-fil-A so much down here

That good ol’ Evangelical self-righteousness of course. I have to believe that’s part of it – my late step-mom was aware they were “good Christian folk”, so it’s got rubbing-in-the-nose-of-the-unsaved appeal.

And yeah, Evangelicals are not Christian, in the sense of doing what that rabbi kid of Yosef said to do. I remember saying to my stepmom “Faith without works is dead”. Her reply was the worst insult she could imagine: “You METHODIST!”.

I see we’re going into the “I knew it all along, they just seemed so creepy!” phase here. Me, I could hardly care less – these guys are scum, but then so is Denny’s, and (for all I know) pretty much every sort of chain place around. I mean, have you really looked at R___ McJuggalo? If that guy doesn’t have bodies stacked like cordwood in his basement, I’m King Julien. Even Wendy’s has a malevolent undertone to it (although I may just be generalizing because I once got a fly fried onto a burger at one of their places). I don’t even want to think about Taco Bell. If you want to work for gay rights, go for it, but posting nasty stuff about the dirtball owner of C-f-a and boycotting it isn’t going to make a massive difference for gay rights nationally. You should be supporting local independent diners and small restaurants anyway, not these money-sucking corporate hell-holes. God Bless! (insert photo of Rev. Johnson smiling his creepiest smile here)

I wonder if we’ll ever get an answer to this question?

“What ever made you think pretending to be a teenage girl would solve the problem?”

An uber manly man named Cathy. Sometimes the snark just writes itself.

Most, if not all, fast food “restaurants” should be boycotted anyway bc the food-like chemical/fat/sugar laden substances “served” in them are horrible on so many levels. See Supersize Me to learn more about how poisonous & wretched most fast “food” is.

C-F-A apparently has an added layer of Hate for even more poison to add to your system. Why how nice, as they say.

Repressed memory, just now surfacing unbidden for the second time in as many months:

I stopped at a Chick-fil-A in eastern Alabama several years ago on my drive home from Atlanta. I’m no fan of fast food but I figured, I could get in and back out pretty quickly, take a restroom break, and be back on the road in 30 minutes or so.

I hit the bathroom on the way in. When I went in, there was this woman in her late 50s kind of hunched over in front of the sink. I didn’t think too much about it, because I really had to pee. So I do my business, and when I come out of the stall, she’s now got her pants (including the underpants) down around her knees and she’s still hunched over, but now she’s furiously pawing or scrubbing or something at her crotchal area. I made that sound that I can’t even replicate in print as the full horror came into view – the pale, dimpled, flabby & doughy ass, the animalistic pawing/scrubbing, the entire tableau of oh my god – and quickly ducked back into the stall. I stood there for maybe 30 seconds figuring out how to get out of there without seeing it again, and finally put my hand up to one side of my face as a blinder so I could get past her to the door. I knew that once the door was open probably people in the dining room would be able to see her, but I figured what the hell…she hadn’t been at all concerned about ME seeing her, which would have been polite on her part, so I wasn’t all that worried if the pain got shared around to some of the diners in the restaurant.

Of course, that put me right off my appetite, so I went back to the car, used copious amounts of hand sanitizer, and got back on the road. It was 3 or 4 hours later before the image had sufficiently dimmed that I could stop to eat.

That was my last encounter with Chick-fil-A. To this day I have no idea what the deal was – if she had shit herself and was trying to clean up or what. But my impression of an animal pawing at itself was spot-on; since then as I’ve observed my backyard squirrels hiding nuts, the digging and covering motions they go through are EXACTLY what it looked like that woman was doing. So all you have to do is imagine a woman in her late 50′s with her pants down around her knees and her pale, flabby and dimpled ass hanging out pawing at herself like a squirrel digging a hole for a nut, and you’ll know exactly what that was like.

My friend the Big Bad Bald Bastard summed it up thusly: “Dinner AND a show!”

You’re welcome.

I don’t eat Chick-fil-a because it is salty, greasy and disgusting.

Why, that sounds suspiciously like a bag of salted dicks….

One commenter on that thread was spot on: “This marriage won’t last; she obviously can’t cook.”