Category Archives: Freedom of Speech

Favorite Chick-fil-A Quotes

Okay, just a quick roundup and then I’ll move on.  Maybe I’ll even start trying to organize the den.


Jim Fister:  “So essentially, the rage against ‘the machine’ is mostly people whining about how the owner of a large company has the luxury of living in a nation with free speech protections.”

The Conch Holder:  “When your goal is no longer a positive goal of securing rights, but a negative goal of limiting what people are allowed to believe, you are now firmly on the wrong side of liberty.  Americans showed how they felt about that by helping Chick-Fil-A to break all of their sales records.  I believe the reaction would have been the same if a conservative official threatened to shut down Starbucks because they support gay marriage.”

AHLondon (aka Leslie Loftis):  “Since the CfA boycott call offends social conservatives and limited government adherents, the CfA restaurants today were full of all of the right and a large chunk of the left.  This alliance is a doomsday scenario for the Democrats.”

A Warning (Now updated with more deliciousness!)

Let us serve, at least, as a warning to others.  This is what happens when you shop at IKEA the day before the movers arrive:


Life is good, though.  We are trying Roku instead of cable.  So far so good.  Older son is sad to miss the new season of Gumball, but we really could not take any more of the Let’ or Big Time Rush ads.  Ugh.

Oh, and we got to a Brandon FL location of Chick-fil-A on Appreciation Day.  Hubs picked up our dinner about 8:30pm the night before the movers arrived, and he said the place was still slammed with customers.  Yay for a successful showing of support to an awesome business that gives you the best chicken sandwiches right along with the best customer service you can find in a fast food chain.

Seriously.  I’ve been to a lot of Chick-fil-As in my day, and the employees are always cheerful, polite, and hardworking.  Also, there is some kind of secret ingredient in the breading that no other restaurant has duplicated in my chicken-sandwich-eating experience, which is long and illustrious by the way.

Our last picnic before the furniture arrived.

UPDATE:  Edited to correct my spelling of Chik-fil-A, I mean Chick-fil-A.  I blame the cows for making me misspell the name.  Also, writing this post made me crave the deliciousness, so after picking up Trauma Dog from the kennel (I still need to write part 3 of her saga!), we went through the drive-thru.

What you have to understand is, I am a real Chick-fil-A junkie.  It was the restaurant I missed the most during our three years in the UK.  Barbeque pork can be adequately faked in a crockpot, and cheeseburgers can be made at home.

Chick-fil-A can’t be duplicated.

Once again the Lake Brandon Village location was hopping busy.  This is normal during lunch, but we noticed they have a new system.  In the past, we’ve seen Chick-fil-A station an employee outside whenever the drive-thru line gets long.  This person takes the order and submits it to the kitchen long before you get to the order station.  The speed at which they move you through the line is always surprising.

Today, they had three employees stationed outside.  They are serving so many cars, the usual speaker/window system simply can’t keep up.  The employees have electric fans, umbrellas, and sunglasses in order to cope with the Tampa sun cheerfully.  My husband commented to gal #3, “I bet you guys have been busy ever since Wednesday.”

She replied emphatically, oh yes we have.  She told us that yesterday (Friday, August 3rd), during the peak time of business, their location served 170 cars in one hour.

That’s 2.83 (repeating of course) cars with completed transactions and sackfuls of yum per minute.

Somehow, I don’t think the politicization of a successful private business is working out the way some folks thought it would.

This Week In Being No One

Hey all!

Been a crazy week in the blogosphere, hasn’t it?

The creepycrawlies have squirmed out of the woodwork for a while, and as the boat continues to sink . . . they will continue to swarm into the light.

I’ll write more on this Friday, the inaugural “Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day.”

Meanwhile, I am still living the happy-go-lucky life of the not-yet-hunted-nor-harrassed conservative blogger.  I’ve even finally begun to try out this wild thing they call The Twitter.

Wee!  Twitter is kinda fun.  Older Son recently chose the movie “Not Evil Just Wrong” for his afternoon educational viewing.  When he ranted, with eyes aglow, about environmental politics at the dinner table, I joyfully tweeted about it, throwing in the movie creator’s twitter name.

And then?

I ended up in a little twitter convo with Phelim McAleer himself!


I heartily recommend The Twitter to anyone else that is not yet tweeting.  I’m a reluctant convert, but a convert nevertheless.  A special “thanks” goes to His Royal Shamus for holding my hand as I wade into the scary, shark-infested Twitter waters.  You are a kind man.

On to the last topic of the week.  Short Timer has been kind enough to elaborate on the issue of women in combat.  His wisdom needs repeating, for this reason:

Even dyed-in-the-wool, military-loving conservatives often don’t understand what the big deal is about letting women try their hand at Ranger School or Marine Infantry School.  We’re all feminists now, in today’s culture, you know?  If you haven’t had the military experience, it’s hard to understand the real problems involved.

Short Timer thoroughly explains the problems here.  Should you be pressed for time, here are the cliffnotes:

“If the standards are kept as high, women won’t pass.  If there’s a 75% pass rate for men, and a 10% pass rate for women, the bureaucrat social-engineer leftist political[ly]-correct hack who came up with this idea will, as always, refuse to accept that men and women are different.  And the test will be changed.  . . .  The instructors will be viewed as sexist . . . good ol’ boys and face retribution at the hands of the social engineers.  The loss will be to the country, to security (one of the few legitimate functions of government), to the Marines and Rangers, to the men who pass, and to the women who actually could pass without the standard being lowered.”

“No one wants to teach a class of students that starts making EEO complaints.  . . .  It disrupts the class, and means the instructor has to walk on eggshells.  A good instructor won’t want to be there – he can’t make the course difficult enough to prepare the candidates for their careers as Rangers or Marine combat arms MOSes.  He can’t ask for the same level of performance when someone can’t give it – and washing someone out who has a (as a horribly politically incorrect coworker once said) “career enhancement device” – isn’t much of an option without facing retribution from higher-ups, bureaucrats, EEO, and harassment charges.  There are plenty of people when faced with difficulty who will take the easy way out, and claiming harassment or unfair treatment is an easy way to pass.  It’s hell for the instructors and dissuades good instructors from ever signing on.  The knowledge base there is lost.”

Please do read the whole thing.  To anyone who questions whether instructors might keep their mouths shut rather than breaching the Code of Political Correctness in order to criticize a female candidate, I give you Exhibit A:

Well, that’s all the news from this ‘lil nowhere section of the blogosphere.  Normally, I might say “Happy Blogging” to all you folks, but tonight I say, “Safe Blogging!  Night-night!  Don’t let the leftist bugs bite!”

Vintage Culture

Offend A Feminist week has sent me off to find vintage ads, because searching the ‘net is way easier than writing.  Here’s the best I’ve found:

I can’t help but chuckle at the use of “B.O.” as an acronym for something other than “Barack Obama,” which is no less odious as far as I’m concerned.

I also found this beautiful shot, which I’m assuming is sexist because women aren’t allowed to be on a pedestal anymore, are they?

Me, I’d be happy to be on that pedestal, looking all pretty. What is she wearing, anyway?  Daywear, sleepwear, evening wear?  I can’t even tell, frumpy ol’ me.

Then, I found this gorgeous image of a manly man.  Check out the fedora on this one:

Fedoras, of course, make me think of Da Tech Guy, who recently enjoyed a well-earned laugh over leftist anxiety about size . . .

Size of the crowd, that is.

Hah.  I remember fussing about the size of my crowd, too.

Da Tech Guy concludes his post:  “God these guys must hate the internet.”

Um, yeah.  They must.

Want to see what it was like when the left wasn’t threatened by the internet?  Check out this vintage news footage:

“Engineers now predict, the day will come when we get all our newspapers and magazines by computer, but that’s a few years off.  For the moment at least, this fellow (a newspaper seller is depicted) isn’t worried about being out of a job.”

A local station news babe continues, “Now, it takes over two hours to receive the entire text of a newspaper by phone, and with an hourly use charge of 5 dollars, the new tele-paper won’t be much competition for the twenty-cent street addition.”

Nope.  No competition at all, my pretty.

Offending Feminists Through Music

Participating in Stacy McCain’s fourth annual Offend A Feminist Week is both an honor and a pleasure.  I know, I know:  some folks will not find this exercise “helpful,” but let me explain why they are wrong.

Actually, let me allow Mr. McCain to explain, since he’s a man and therefore much smarter than me:

“The empowering message of feminism is that all women are victims.  Victimhood is synonymous with power. To deny women their victimhood is therefore to re-victimize and disempower them.”

Thanks so much for clearing my mind on this issue, Mr. McCain.  I was starting to wonder:  why in the world is making fun of my own gender so much fun?

It’s fun because, unlike the typical feminist of today, I’m not empowered by victimhood.  I am empowered by throwing off the shackles of political correctness.  To reject political correctness is to liberate one’s mind.  Even if it’s a feeble female mind.


I participated last year with a post still worth a click if you didn’t back then.  Dunno if I’ll be able to wax as profoundly poetic this year, what with all the homeskooling, cooking, and house cleaning I have to do.

Sometimes, it’s hard to be a woman.

Which leads me to the musical portion of my post.  There’s something here for everyone, young and old, so just scroll down ’til you find your style.


Or good old-fashioned?  How about Andy Williams, singing a Bacharach tune to warn us ladies:

“Don’t think because there’s a ring on your finger you needn’t try anymore.  For wives should always be lovers, too.  Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you, I’m warning you . . .

Day after day, there are girls at the office, and men will always be men.  Don’t send him off with your hair still in curlers.  You may not see him again . . . .”

Speaking of classic, there is always Elvis:

If 60’s were your decade, scroll no further.  Mick Jagger will offend you now:

It’s down to me
The way she talks when she’s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She’s under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe

(Ain’t the women screaming with rapture an extra kick in the feminist pants?)

And check out this more obscure 60’s song, Be A Caveman:

Were you a teen in the ’80’s, like me?  If so, you might appreciate a little B-Boys.  This one’s dedicated to MCA:

And finally, I just heard this song on the radio yesterday, and I right like it.  Language warning, however.  Apparently, it’s a bluegrass-style cover of a rap song:

Happy Offending, everyone!

P.S.  Which song was your favorite?  Do you have one that should be added?

(Hat Tip:  I found several of these songs at

Cross-posted at Disrupt The Narrative

The Big Voice Goes Silent

Vicarious grief is not my thing.  Grief is very personal, and reserved for those you knew, loved, and lost.

And I didn’t know Andrew Breitbart.

Still, though, I have fought tears all day.  He was one of my heroes.  I don’t have many.  I’m late to this whole conservative blogosphere party, but I understand and appreciate the fact that this “party” would not exist without certain key outliers.  Rush Limbaugh, Neil Boortz, Matt Drudge, Glenn Reynolds, and Andrew Breitbart are prime examples.


The “Big” voice.

I dunno if you’ve noticed, but my tagline is “just one voice from the rabble.”

This tagline is meant to emphasize the smallness of my voice.  Insignificant.  No one of any import.

Well.  As a typical average nobody, can I just say?  It’s awesome when a bigger voice speaks for you.  And that’s what Andrew Breitbart did.  When nobody-ol’-me attended the Code Red anti-Obamacare rally, and promptly got accused of terrible racism, what good would my little tiny voice have done?

Not much.  Enter Andrew Breitbart, who offered $100,000 to anyone who could provide evidence of this supposed outburst of racism.  Of course, no such evidence existed.  Because it was a lie.

Andrew Breitbart helped us to feel comfortable with calling out the lie.  Most of us have a hard time even believing that folks want to lie about our beliefs and motives.  Many of us want to help “The Left” to understand us.  We want to assume the best from people.  Maybe they misheard.  Maybe they misunderstood.

Andrew Breitbart helped us to remember that many people don’t mishear or misunderstand.  They hate us.  They do not deserve the benefit of the doubt.  They do not deserve respect.

So yeah.  Go ahead and point out the fact that Andrew Breitbart disrespected the memory of Ted Kennedy.  Cry me a river.  But don’t expect me to swim in it.  Ted Kennedy was a bad actor, and the best one can say is that he was reckless, not premeditated in the death of Mary Jo.

Does Andrew Breitbart have a Chappaquiddick in his past?  Duh, no.

He does, however, leave a grieving widow and four children behind.  I pray that they find comfort and healing in the upcoming days, months, and years of grieving.

Not that grief ever goes away.

I’m glad that I was willing to defend Andrew Breitbart in the past.  I’m glad that he inspired so many of us.  I intend to embody his spirit in the future.  The Happy Warrior lives on, if we happily fight his battles.  A lot like the Smiling Soldier.

The YouTubz Are Not Down With EBT

So my boys think the EBT song is funny, and asked to hear it again today.  Remember I posted about it, but made folks click over to Disrupt the Narrative to view it?

Lo and behold, YouTube has disabled it.

What the what?

A Google search provides this info:

“YouTube has found itself at the center of a heated debate concerning free speech, a dysfunctional welfare system and the power of the conservative blogosphere.”

An interview of Mr. EBT is here.  He says that he intended the video to be a parody of  EBT abuse.  This explanation sounds plausible enough, and so I laud his effective spotlighting of a very important issue.

He played a convincing role in this parody, so much that most of us didn’t pick up on the fact that he was in on the joke.

Anyway, what do you reckon is the real reason that YouTube removed this viral video?

PS:  You can still watch it here.