Chik-Fil-A is one of the many, many, many things hated with the white-hot passion of a million exploding suns by the progressive left because its owners committed the unforgivable sin of disagreeing with them on the issue of gay marriage and are, therefore, a million times worse than Hitler, Genghis Khan, Gul Dukat, and Tamerlane combined. (That last reference should send some of our leftist participants to the Google machine.)
As a result, Chik-Fil-A is nicknamed “H8 Chicken” by people who are cheeky and fun, and also by dour leftists who are cruel and tragic. I use the name “Hate Chicken” in the former sense, as I do with all my affectionate nicknames.
Anyway, guess what those hate-filled haters at H8 Chicken were up to this week: Providing free hate sandwiches to drivers stranded when ManBearPig (a cheeky fun name for what the dour left calls Climate Change) struck metropolitan Atlanta this week.
Some of the drivers had been stuck in their cars for nearly seven hours without any food or water. So the staff of the Chick-fil-A decided to lend a helping hand.
“We cooked several hundred sandwiches and stood out on both sides of 280 and handed out the sandwiches to anyone we could get to – as long as we had food to give out.”
The staffers braved the falling snow and ice, slipping and sliding, as they offered hot juicy chicken breasts tucked between two buttered buns. And Chick-fil-A refused to take a single penny for their sandwiches.
The meal was a gift – no strings attached.
Sigh. So much hate in the world. How can a tender heart bear it?