By John Sweeney
The New Yorker recently published an article by Dan Piepenbring bemoaning the establishment of a new Chic-fil-A restaurant in New York City. Dan appears to be a talented writer pining for the good old days when throngs of hypocritical hippies protested outside of the City’s first Chic-fil-A restaurant only to turn around and stuff their faces with chicken and waffle fries when no one was looking (we know what you’re all up to). He affectionately looks back to the time when Mayor Bill de Blasio called for a boycott on Chic-fil-A. Just reading that sentence in his article made me want to eat a chicken sandwich every day for the rest of my life. Alright you got me; I already wanted to do that, but now I actually might.
Dan, like so many progressive writers before him, continues to search for controversy in Chic-fil-A’s Christian message. They are collectively becoming the boy who cried bigot. The owner, brace you for this one, supports the traditional Christian definition of marriage. Oh the horror. Somehow this makes eating at Chic-fil-A an act of bigotry. Never mind the fact that each restaurant boasts more images of cows than crucifixes.
But then, after he exhausts his …read more