Here in the South we have a fast food joint called Chick-fil-A. Fried chicken, waffle fries and the best vanilla soft serve ice cream on the planet. They have cute commercials and ads featuring barely literate cows. Oh and they “don’t accept homosexual couples.”
You see, the tasty chicken joint that’s famously closed on Sunday has a charitable branch called the WinShape Foundation, which runs a retreat which expressly prohibits homosexual couples. Plus they often give money to anti-gay organizations. Of course, this money they are giving to anti-gay organizations comes from every person who likes peanut-oil fried chicken nuggets with polynesian sauce. Yup, if you eat at Chick-fil-A this money comes from you.
I had already stopped purchasing drinks from them (which if you know the food industry you know that’s their highest profit item) because they use styrofoam cups. Morally, I can’t use styrofoam. It’s against what I believe in: a clean earth. So now that Chick-fil-A has been revealed as actively working against my homosexual friends and their basic rights, I will no longer patronize their business at all.
As a Pagan not only many of my friends are gay, but also many of my coven members, my elders, and yes, even my Gods, are gay. I’m not particularly close to Zeus, for instance, but I certainly have no interest in incurring his wrath.
The sad thing I had always admired that Chik-fil-A stood up for it’s values by closing every Sunday. I had a lot of respect for that. The fact that they don’t respect their customers makes me regret every dollar I spent there. Is this a sacrifice? Well, I don’t suppose so. There is a Zaxby’s right down the street. Mmmm… I could eat a Zalad right now…