The Chicken Lips Fizzle

I can't say that I am either surprised or disappointed in the chicken lips fizzle. On Wednesday when literally millions of family values oriented Americans turned out to support Dan Cathy and Chick fil-A, aside from flippant reporting,  there were very few if any earnest attempts to report on the backlash that had occurred as a result of the homosexual movement in America attacking Cathy and the Chick fil-A corporation. There were obvious smirks amongs some of the both print and video reporters covering the 'slammed with business' franchises and the lines that wrapped around Chick fil-A locations on August 1st.

These supposedly objective journalist were all apparently waiting on Friday when the promised homosexual vindication and huge media event was to occur. The point when tens of thousands of homosexuals nationally, would appear like forest nymphs and woodland fairies to magically lock lips inside hundreds of Chick fil-A restaurants to the intended dismay and shock of Chick fil-A patrons patrons.

Well....that never happened and I for one was hoping to see them arrested if they tried it. I know that in Georgia, you cannot enter into a business for any purpose of intentional disruption, without placing yourself in jeopardy of arrest. Therefore, homosexuals wanting to go inside Chick fil-A restaurants for the sole purpose of making their homosexual political agenda  points for the cameras, would have been in violation of the law in Georgia and most every state in America that I am aware of. As it turned out, a handful of homosexuals went forth in isolated instances and spent their best efforts attempting to garner a widely broadcast photo of their decadence, hoping for a  thirty second interview and some face time with some media all star..



 
PECKER UP: These lesbians in Decatur, Ga., were among the few same-sex couples to take part in a nationwide kiss-off protesting Chick-fil-A.

From Georgia to California, protests drew yawns, not saliva.
Even in Atlanta, the home of Chick-fil-A, only two dozen kissers showed up. And there was a similar lack of necking in Chicago, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh and San Francisco.
At NYU, 20 people weren’t allowed in the dorm that hosts the city’s only Chick-fil-A. Just three pairs of guys kissed on the street.
In Jersey, I only found eight kissers — and two weren’t even bi!
Giggling like overaged cheerleaders, Jessi Friechter, 42, and Claudia Campagna, 51, stared into each other’s eyes. And in full view of the Chik-fil-A neon sign, the coworkers pecked each other on the cheek — handing me an iPhone to record the event.
“My husband would love this,” teased Friechter.
Nearby, an older gent who refused to give his name was freaking out.
“That’s disgusting! That’s not why I came here,” he said.
“Why don’t they go to Sbarro and do that? Why don’t they go to Subway?”
So much for the kiss-fest. It couldn’t even draw New York’s Lesbian-in-Chief Christine Quinn, who wants to boot Chick-fil-A from the city.
This aged mall of dwindling splendor, where brow threading competes with bedazzlers, was supposed to be swarmed by thousands of folks protesting Cathy’s comments: “We are very much supportive of the family — the Biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives.”

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