I do not oppose homosexual marriage; in fact, I firmly believe that mature, adult human beings should be able to freely enter into whatever contractual arrangements they so desire, so long as they are doing so of their own free will. Furthermore, I believe that the federal, state, and local governments should get their happy little noses out of the “marriage” business entirely; that is a matter between the the persons getting married, their god(s) (if applicable), and whatever entity is presiding over the ceremony itself. And, yes, that means no more tax breaks, no more automatic powers of attorney (you would have to draft those up on your own), and so forth.
All that said, I stood an hour in line today to eat at Chick-Fil-A:
And I was far from alone.
But wait! Chick-Fil-A opposes homosexual marriage, right?!
Apparently, they do. And that is a shame. However, while I disagree with that stance, I absolutely despise the notion that the government can punish them because of it.
I do not really like their position, but they are welcome to hold and express that opinion however they so desire, just as you are welcome to eat, or not eat, at their establishment based upon your own personal desires. But when it comes to the government stepping in and informing a corporation that, because of the opinions of its president, “there is no place” for that corporation in that government’s jurisdiction?
Screw that noise. I did not sacrifice four years of my life just so some pissant who won a popularity contest can discriminate from a position of power based on his own prejudices.
And speaking of pissants and discrimination, Chick-Fil-A never claimed to “discriminate” against homosexuals, and, so far as I know, they never have, so you can take that idiotic claim and shove it, “Alderman” Joe Moreno.
On a slightly unrelated note, while I was standing in line, periodically updating my twitter feed as to my progress, a person in front of me stepped out, looked at me, and said, “Linoge?” Turns out commenter Beaumont saw my pictures on Oleg’s site, and, well, the sideburns are kind of hard to miss. I guess you are famous when people start “making” you on the street?
(Oh, and those spicy chicken sandwich thingies? Pretty damned good, despite having probably the heaviest customer load ever.)