I was at a mall eating Subway, while watching people taking years off their lives by eating food from restaurants like Sbarro and Sarku of Japan. I glanced over to Chick-fil-a and I couldn’t believe my eyes! I saw “Henry”, one of my friends boyfriends. This one friend is a huge SJW. She participated in protests before they became trendy. She also judges people for minor politically incorrect transgressions, even if they might be unaware. An example, she once reported a co-worker to HR for handing an African-American a La Croix with watermelon flavor (kiwi sandia).
Man this is awesome. He was having himself a good ole time. Savoring every bite and licking his fingers. I wanted to see his face, being caught patronizing a business with a strong anti-LGBT history. I walked over and said “what’s up Henry?” He acted like he saw a ghost! “Henry” turned red and let out a nervous giggle, and said “oh oh, got to go” as he wiped crumbs of the chick-fil-a sandwich from his beard.
Other than a smirk and raised eyebrow, I didn’t confront “Henry”. I now have some dirt on this guy and I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do. Should I just tell his girlfriend? Or, should I strike some kind of deal with him? If I can get him to do some stuff for me, I’ll keep quiet.
Nope. I’m a all-American guy next door. Middle class, middle American, and only a few years from middle age. White ass white bread white boy. I drive a white sedan.
I have a couple of SJW friends, don’t ask how that happened. Now, THEY live in a strange world. If she were to find out about this, she would be quite upset. This stuff is a big deal. Trust me. Have you ever read comments on Jezebel or Everyday feminism?
Maybe it never crossed his mind to be bothered by being seen eating Chick-fil-a and was bothered by something else. Were you wearing your Pepe the Frog sleepwear in public again?
If this thought occurred to you, which it evidently did, you’re not an all-American. You’re a scumbag.
Or at least actively considering behaving like one.
The specifics of Henry & his GF aren’t what matter. What matters is that you seem to think blackmail (even minor league blackmail) is ever justifiable. Here’s your Hint for the Day: it’s not.
But blackmail is bad (legally and ethically), and feeling morally superior for choosing Subway over Sbarro is just plain sad. I mean, I like Subway but I don’t think eating there makes me a better person.
OP, your course of action is clear: you must devote your life to picketing all of Hillary’s public appearances with a sign saying, “What about Benghazi?”
But do not attempt to enter the venue where she’s speaking, and running up to kiss her on the lips, unless you first strip off all your clothes, so that the Secret Service can see that you’re unarmed and that you pose no real threat. They will then give you all the latitude you deserve.
