Chick-fil-A, please come to NW New Jersey!
Chicago Mayor Rahman Emanuel recently slank into the Chick-fil-A gay marriage fray by declaring the fast food chain chickena non grata in the city due to the restaurant president’s outspoken support of traditional marriage.
“Chick-fil-A’s values are not Chicago values. They’re not respectful of our residents, our neighbors and our family members. And if you’re gonna be part of the Chicago community, you should reflect Chicago values,” Emanuel said Wednesday. (The linked article explains how Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan, however, can drop by for a visit any time.)
Putting aside that Chicago’s values do not tolerate opposition to same-sex marriage but apparently warmly embrace anti-Semitism (I guess there are no Jews living in the Windy City, except for Rahm), let’s instead focus on Emanuel’s new standard that anyone planning to do business in Chicago must first pass a test of ideological purity before dipping one chicken patty in the deep fryer. I guess folks wanting to set up a new Chick-fil-A or Roman Catholic Church in Chicago should look south to Joiliet.
Or Chick-fil-A could come to Morris County, N.J., where I live, because we do not have one Chick-fil-A restaurant within a reasonable driving distance from my home, although there’s a Long John Silver’s about 5 minutes away from me, and I’m convinced nobody has ever actually stepped foot in it, yet it’s somehow still open (there’s a KFC on the premises; that explains it).
I’m The Most Interesting Man in the world when it comes to fast food. I don’t always eat it, but when I do, I prefer Chick-fil-A. And I also happen to support same-sex marriage. However, I tend to visit Chick-fil-A to eat lunch and not argue with the cashier over whether gay marriage is constitutionally acceptable, or, like President Obama believes, it should be left to the states to decide. Chief Justice John Roberts will determine that next year by one vote.
The hysterical Left somehow is making it seem like Chick-fil-A has Gay-dar at each cash register that Dings! whenever a gay person orders a chicken sandwich with those yummy waffle fries.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Sorry, Congressman Frank, the Bible says we can’t sell you our food but we can pray for your salvation.”
If that was the case, I’d never again eat at a Chick-fil-A. But that’s not what’s happening. The only non-crime the Chick-fil-A president committed was expressing a belief routed in tradition that conflicts with the Left’s worldview, which is not even a majority opinion in the United States, otherwise voters would have at least supported it one time at the ballot box. It’s never happened.
Last I checked, Chick-fil-A doesn’t ascertain a person’s sexuality before they either hire anyone to work at a restaurant or serve them food as a customer. And nobody’s forcing anyone, gay or straight, to patronize Chick-fil-A in the first place. Yet if Emanuel’s tactic takes hold with other mayors (and it thankfully hasn’t) we’d be entering an un-American world where the mayor of a conservative city can ban a successful restaurant from establishing a chain within its boundaries because the eatery’s president ardently supports abortion. That’s not a country in which I want to live, but apparently one that Emanuel seeks to establish.
So, Chick-fil-A, I hope you can open a chain in Chicago, if that’s what you want to do. You can also come to the Rockaway Townsquare mall in Rockaway Township, N.J., which could really use one of your restaurants. If anything is going to derail me from my Weight Watchers diet, it’s your original sandwich, waffle fries and a soft drink.