Now, I see that it's a farm-raised chicken, with baby carrots and a side of greens.
But, I am compelled to ask: Does it also come with a generous donation to the NRA?
Is it topped with a heaping dollop of support for the Heritage Foundation?
Is it served over a bed of homophobia and hate?
It is. Oh.
Well then, what about the salmon? Yes, the Salmon in the truffle oil?
If I order that... am I actually ordering the closure of the only woman's reproductive rights facility in Mississippi?
Am I really asking for a plateful of discrimination... with a light sprinkling of fear.
Look, I understand you just work here... that you need this job desperately... that living in this part of the country means that you don't have a hell of a lot of choices in employers... and that my dining here pays for your salary... but sitting here... waiting to order... I now realize I'm just not comfortable with what's actually on the menu.
What about the caesar salad?
Ah, a million dollar donation to Michelle Bachman.
And the soup? The onion soup?
You fund... The Minute Men?
How charming.
OK... dessert.
Is there ANYTHING I can order for dessert... like a fucking spoonful of ice cream and a God damn cookie... that won't turn my stomach later when I realize where the money's gone?
No?
Nothing?
Well, thank you.
I appreciate your time.
And I'll even leave you a tip.
But, I guess I gotta just eat in tonight.
7:25 AM PT: On a more serious note... the future scares the fucking crap out of me.
That two Americas thing that John Edwards was talking about... when he wasn't making a complete mockery of what he was talking about... will become a literal truth.
Once we can't even EAT or SHOP in the same place (only a matter of time before The God Fearers start boycotting Amazon book because Bezos donated $2.5 million to promote gay marriage), how can any of us find compromise on anything.
I'm not "scared" of insert-your-kind-of-person here for only two reasons #1) I was taught by my parents that insert-your-kind-of-people-here are just... people and #2) I'm surrounded by insert-your-kind-of-people-here, which makes demonizing them impossible.
Hard to hate what you can plainly see as human.