Huckajesus celebrates Chick-Fil-A's commitment to gay hate. Yeah, that's right in line with Jesus' instruction to "Love one another."
And then there's Rick Warren's tweet, celebrating the awesome turnout for Chick-Fil-A's "Hate a Gay" Day.
@dancathy just called me. #ChickFilA has already set a world record today, with 7 more hrs to go in the West. #OutOfChicken
— Rick Warren (@RickWarren) August 2, 2012
Woo. How loving. How accepting of others. Way to "meet them where they are," Rick Warren.
Why all the Chick-Fil-A "hate the gays" action from certain sectors of their customer base? From the LA Times, what Chick-Fil-A president Dan Cathy said on the air:
"We are very much supportive of the family — the biblical definition of the family unit," he told the Biblical Recorder. On the radio, he observed: "I think we are inviting God's judgment on our nation when we shake our fist at him and say we know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage."
Cathy's outburst ignited a very predictable outbreak of partisan posturing centered on the choice: ban or boycott?
Boycotts were organized on Facebook and Twitter, which brought out the right wing in all their crispy glory, organizing a "Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Day" today. This is what Warren and Huckabee were celebrating.
Let me share the fallout. I wonder if Chick-Fil-A expected this. Jane Devin, a writer living in Tucson who also happens to be gay, drove by a Chick-Fil-A where the lines were longer than she had ever seen in her time there:
I drove by the Chik-Fil-A on Broadway Street in Tucson and the drive-thru line was backed up to the street. I’ve never seen more than five cars in their drive-thru before and now, at 9:00 at night, there were dozens and dozens of them.
My reaction surprised me. It felt like all those people—young men in pickup trucks, moms with kids, older couples—were stepping on my chest. It felt like hidden bigotry had come out to make itself known. It felt like hatred and rejection. It felt like go home, you’re not wanted here. My response was visceral. My gut ached, a sob caught in my throat, and my eyes welled up with tears. I couldn’t drive away fast enough. And I’m not a person who cries easily, at least not usually, but I cried all the way home. Just those couple of minutes of seeing how many people are anti-gay, anti-me, hurt more than I could have ever expected.
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