(Getting a lot of mileage out of this graphic.)
You know, I drove past Chick-Fil-A today (as did many of you) to see a depressingly long line of cars stretching out onto the little mall road that runs in front of the restaurant. It made me want to move away. To fucking Mars.
I know that some of these people are simply there because they're pissed that anyone, for any reason, has tried to tell them where they should or should not eat lunch. These people are unthinking automatons, akin to a uni-cellular organism that jumps when you poke it, and I bet that they're a much higher percentage of the crowd there than you'd think. I'm not spending any more time on them. They just want chicken, and everyone else can fuck right off. I don't agree with them, but I'm not going to waste my time talking stuff over with them, either.
Second, I'm sure there are a few hundred carloads of people around who think that they're supporting the 1st Amendment rights of the founders, the Cathys. They're wrong, of course; if the 1st Amendment was really the reason they were there, then you'd also see them at Klan rallies and gatherings of the Westboro Baptist Church. Come to think of it, maybe you do. They're also mixed up in thinking that spending money is a form of free speech, but you can't blame them for that; the Supreme Court's been telling them that's true for years now. Of course they're confused.
The third group of folks there in support of a major food service corporation are the Bible-thumping Huckabee clones who are "defending traditional marriage," and their primary (loudest) argument is that the Cathys can give their money (which they donate to several organizations that fight against gay marriage, person who lives under a rock) to whomever they want, and why the hell would you boycott someone for spending their money how they want to? There's a secondary argument, but they don't say that one as loudly; they're icked out by gay people and don't want them to get married.
Two things here (theoretical Chick-Fil-A supporter who would never have read this far down on my blog): the first one is that the rationale of your opposition is wrapped in your initial question, you thick, thick person. It's fine if Mr. Cathy wants to rail against gay marriage because he's intellectually challenged and gets his rules for living from a 2000 year old book designed to control people. It's even fine if he wants to use the profits from his corporation to spread inequality in our country where everyone is supposed to be equal. Repugnant, but fine. It's NOT fine for me to support it, given that I so strongly disagree with his dumb ass, and it's NOT fine for people who are supporting him to pretend like they're doing anything else other than backing a movement for institutionalized inequality. These people who bullshit themselves into thinking they're not supporting Cathy's Crusade? Delusional, disrespectful, disgusting and just so prideful, haughty and puffed up with the confidence of the zealot.
Which brings me to my main point: Apparently, you don't realize that we - the people who oppose you on this issue - are CONSTANTLY ENGAGING IN THE ART OF TOLERANCE by not yelling and screaming at you, by not explaining the issue to your bashed-out brains on the sidewalk, by not burning down Chick-Fil-A billboards and cackling roadside at what you mistakenly believe is your righteous anger. We have emotional reactions, too - we're not ruled by them as you are, and we don't follow through on them until they rob others of their rights. Therein lies the motherfucking rub, friend.
I know you think that we are all crunchy free-love people who don't understand tradition, discipline or rules. I have seen you bounce-label us as "hateful" like a Jedi mind trick, and we try our best to bring our signs, not buy the chicken, and take the high road as you make fun of us for missing out on your shit sandwiches and supporting other humans and their love and relationships, when love and relationships between humans are ALL THAT MATTERS. Just keep in mind - tolerance is not a natural activity for some of us - we are gritting our teeth and trying very hard not to smack and school you until you shut up and grow up.