Michelle Malkin: Hey, Boston: Leave Chick-fil-A Alone

In an interview with the Baptist Press last month, Chick-fil-A President Dan Cathy talked about his personal support of traditional family values and fidelity. “(Guilty) as charged,” he told the reporter. “We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that.”

Chick-fil-A

Chick-fil-A (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Boston Mayor Thomas Menino is so far off base here…he’s off the reservation! Employing foul language and wielding the power of government like a baseball bat, Menino exclaimed:

Chick-fil-A doesn’t belong in Boston.

If they need licenses in the city, it will be very difficult—unless they open up their policies.

We’re an open city. We’re a city that’s at the forefront of inclusion. That’s the Freedom Trail. That’s where it all started right here. And we’re not going to have a company, Chick-fil-A or whatever the h-ll the name is, on our Freedom Trail.

Why don’t we start at the beginning? It’s not HIS freedom trail, it’s ours. It signifies the journey away from government oppression in the mid 1700’s Men stood up against the English crown and lost their lives because of it. When Boston was surrounded by English troops, other citizens from around the country supported them. On April 19th Paul Revere shouted: “The British are coming! The British are coming!”

But now the cry is: “You’re discriminating (somehow) and the freedom to exist for you—Chick-fil-A—has been cancelled. Go away and have a nice day!” So much for inclusion, Mr. Mayor!

I consider Boston to be both the cradle, and the grave, of liberty. Menino has done nothing to change my mind. Many years ago I attended the New England Rally for God, Family and Country, and learned firsthand just how intolerant and evil the powers in Boston were, and still are.

In order to create a photo-op for the front page of the Boston Globe—one of the world’s most despicable papers—one of their photographers started hassling one of the people sitting in the front row. After a few minutes of trying to get a rise out of the attendee by poking his camera in his face and refusing to leave him alone, the photographer got what he wanted: the citizen pushed him away, just as the camera clicked. The headline the next day, on the front page, was “Rally bully attacks cameraman!”

So I don’t go to Boston anymore. I haven’t for years. The place is Moscow on the Charles River!