Please stop pretending that the orgy of hate last week at Chick-fil-A had anything to do with free speech.
It obviously did not. I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it.
Fred Phelps, buddy. Fred freakin’ Phelps. Fred “God Hates Fags” Phelps of the infamously nasty Westboro Baptist Church.
Fred Phelps proves you’re just playing games.
Phelps is a reprehensible human being, but he’s a skilled publicity hound, so I find it hard to believe that the chuckling hordes of chicken gobblers last week were unfamiliar with Phelps and his body of work. They’ve seen his signs. They’ve seen him on the news, in the paper, on the Web. Their kids may even have played him in the school play.
Everybody knows about Phelps and what he does. And everybody knows that Phelps is free to do it. Free to continue doing it.
Anybody claiming to believe that the freedom to speak against homosexuality is somehow under threat has to explain how such claims could possibly be compatible with the continuing freedom of the deliberately obnoxious Fred Phelps.
And that cannot be done.
You say you went to Chick-fil-A to stand up for the freedom of speech? Nonsense. Fred Phelps.
Fred Phelps, ergo, liar, liar pants on fire. Fred Phelps, therefore, no one believes you.
Fred Phelps therefore no one is able to believe you.
So since no one is able to believe the pretense, drop the act. Last week’s ugly display was not inspired by some noble defense of freedom of speech. There was nothing noble about it.
Fred Phelps. His freedom disproves your claim.
But don’t be too hard on him. After all, he’s on your side, and that’s all that matters, right?