I stopped by Chick-Fil-A today. And it was a sad day. I’ve been fasting a lot recently. For the good of the Church. And for the good of me. So when I eat, I eat. Today, I was running around and stopped at Chick-Fil-A, the place that mixed ohh so tasty chicken with its Christian faith.
Dude, this could’ve been the greatest evangelistic tool since martyrdom. Imagine what St. Paul could’ve done linking Christian duty with chicken sandwiches and waffle fries.
But something about Chick-fil-A Foundation’s recent capitulation to the LGBT agenda is killing me. One of the really great things about eating Chick-Fil-A was who it pissed off, namely those who seek the destruction of Christendom. There’s nothing like spiting those who hate you when clogging your arteries. Now I’m not making anyone else mad. Where’s the fun in that?
Their chicken just doesn’t taste the same to me.
Now I’ve got to scroll down the SPLC’s hate list and see if any of them make burgers.
