The Great Chick-fil-A Debate

First, a little history:

The first actual Chick-fil-A restaurant opened in Greenbriar Mall near Atlanta, GA in 1967. It was sprung from another restaurant the Cathy’s had called The Dwarf House (some Chick-fil-A’s still have this name attached to them) that began in circa 1944. Neither The Dwarf House nor Chick-fil-A has ever been opened on Sunday due partly to the fact that they were tired after working the other 6 days but mostly because the Cathy’s are devout Christians, making Sunday the day of rest and prayer. **Make a mental note of that last part, folks.** Just for the fun of it, we’ll say that CFA started in 1944 (at least the idea of it) so that makes 68 years that this restaurant has been in business. For you people who want to get technical, from 1967 it’s been 45 years. My point is they’ve been opened longer than my readers have been alive (I’m assuming) and that’s a long time.

So, with that said, they’ve been opened and doing quite well with the standards they started out with. And by standards, I mean Christian standards. Sixty eight….or 45….YEARS. I don’t understand all the hoopla about them “all-of-the-sudden” being against non-traditional Christian ways. I said earlier they are devout Christians. That means they’re seriously devoted to God for those of you who were lost in the history portion of this blog. Depending on what you believe, God’s against gays and especially them getting married and so is CFA and most of the Republican Party.

Me? I couldn’t care less. If two people love each other enough to want to get married, I say hell yeah, go for it. Who cares? I also don’t care that CFA is against the concept of gays getting married. I don’t care what politicians try to use this angle to make themselves look better in the eyes of God and the American people. I just don’t give a fuck and you know why? Chick-fil-A makes a fucking good chicken sandwich. And the waffle fries? Outstanding. I like almost everything on their menu. I don’t care if they kneel down and pray to a goat for 2 hours every day and then eat the goat’s shit; I will not stop eating there. They employ very courteous people and I’ve never once had to send an order back or gotten the wrong order in the drive thru. Never! And I’ve been eating there for a lot of years. You few people out there who have eaten CFA for years and now are boycotting for some idiotic reason should be ashamed. And guess what? It won’t matter one bit to CFA because they will still make their money from people like me who will continue to eat there. You can try to ban it or try to not have one built in your neighborhood, but it won’t matter. They’ll just build somewhere else and make way more money than you ever will. So just suck it up and go get a chicken sandwich and some waffle fries. And a sweet tea. You know you want to. 

2012 Olympics: Opening Ceremony

London 2012

I realize everyone will be talking about the opening ceremonies of the Olympics in London pretty much everywhere. So I decided I’m going to conform with the masses for once. But I don’t want to talk about how hideous most of the uniforms were for most of the teams or how weird the opening ceremonies were (that really big baby was just creepy). And I don’t want to talk about why NBC failed to start the coverage at the actual time of coverage and show it on the east coast of the US because I don’t care about that and if anyone really does, they should seriously get a life. I especially don’t want to talk about the Queen and her complete lack of emotion or how the USA Girls Volleyball team has been stalking Prince Harry. Or Mr. Bean. Ugh.

I guess that pretty much sums it up…oh, wait, there is one more set of folks I’ve failed to mention: The Commentators—Matt Lauer, Bob Costas, and Meredith Viera. Who else wanted to mute their television sets due to these three stooges not knowing how to pronounce almost every country and their lame Olympic histories…and singing? I’m pretty sure at one point Meredith Viera was singing along with the Rolling Stones. And then there’s the time she said the “money shot” of the night was the Queen. Really Meredith? The money shot? How about when Matt Lauer said (and I’m paraphrasing here), the vast number of athletes here won’t win a medal. Thanks Sherlock; I’m sure your next job can be motivational speaker. Other than Bob Costas not telling these two douche canoes to shut the fuck up and his awful pronunciations, I really didn’t have too much of a problem with him. He’s an old man, though, but he’s no Dick Clark—I can’t see Bob doing this until he’s 82.  

“The Dark Knight” Has Risen

Before I begin, I would like to say that I feel for the families of the people whose lives were lost in the horrible shootings in Colorado. I hope the responsible son of a bitch fries. In public.

Onto this guy (whose name I don’t know and don’t care to know)…I don’t know how many of you have read various reports about this guy and his methods, but within my reading of what happened, I got the feeling in one article that his mother basically knew that he was fucked in the head. She was not at all surprised that her son did this:

A San Diego woman identifying herself as James Holmes's mother spoke briefly with ABC News this morning.

She had awoken unaware of the news of the shooting and had not been contacted by authorities. She immediately expressed concern that her son may have been involved.

"You have the right person," she said.

"I need to call the police," she added. "I need to fly out to Colorado."

So. Ok. What? Does this mean she knew her son had some sort of problems? Why—Oh Why!—do people just let folks walk around who are this mentally ill? I’m sorry but if you recognize some shit happening with your kid you better fucking pay attention. Whore.

And now…I know you have these around you, too…I have these idiotic people around me that say, “If I was there I would’ve punched him or dropped him or kicked him or….” Well, guess what, you’re stupid. It’s nice in retrospect that you’re not the victim and you can say that you’d do all these things. Shut up. You’re only making yourself look dumber. Until anyone is in that situation, you don’t know what the hell you’re going to do. Here’s what I think you can do: fuck off.

On another note, I hope this doesn’t stop people from seeing “The Dark Knight Rises” (or going to the movies or anywhere else for that matter). I saw the movie yesterday and it’s a fantastic film. All of you Batman fans will like it. I’m actually pretty sad that this was Christian Bale’s last go as the Batman. What will we do without that scratchy, throaty voice?