Tell me again why you don’t think this current generation is under attack to normalize sexual perversions.
Today, I picked Renee up to go eat pizza for lunch. I know, I’m a romantic and take my wife to fancy places for fancy food.
Pizza, by itself, is not a moral or ethical matter for me. I’m not saying “I’ll be disappointed” if there is no pizza in heaven, I’m just saying… well, I am on the verge of derailing my thought and rant before I even begin.
I am a firm believer that a free market is at its best when the consumer participates in his own patronage and boycotts while deciding with his own hard-earned free-market income where he spends it. And even better when he influences said market with principled values.
I’m not opposed to rainbow-colored logos on t-shirts, I support and defend the freedom of speech and practice it as often as I can. If a business wants to advertise for the normalization of a sexual perversion, more or less power to them. Their decisions are theirs – mine are mine. That’s what a free market is.
So, all I’m saying is… It pays to pay attention. I have an obligation to be kind and respectful to all of my neighbors. Of which I strive to do. Even, and especially, the ones I disagree with for the chance I may get to speak Gospel words.
Now, I know I’m “old-fashioned” in more ways than one, and I am more of an old-fashioned Baptist than some would like for me to be. No not the kind of old-fashioned Baptist who thinks it is a sin to roller-skate in a buffalo herd, the kind of old-fashioned Baptist who thinks the Bible is sufficiently true. This makes me somewhat of a dinosaur even in some Baptist circles. But this is another rabbit hole that quickly takes me away from the reason for my stopping by to put a few thoughts together when I might should be rewriting my sermon again for this coming Lord’s Day.
The bigger reason for my post today is to observe how inconsistent this woke world has become. In the same restaurant with employees promoting sexually perverted lifestyles for the owner, there are local wine bottles with logos objectifying women.
At the end of a beautiful spread of pizza toppings for your pizza appetite, right there at eye level for any boy, or girl, to see with their unfiltered eyes, an Idaho wine bottle with a woman holding two large, bigger than life, tomatoes in just the right place as to cause the viewer to not imagine tomatoes.
Make sure that you understand this as I wrap up my mussing.
This is not about rainbow-colored t-shirts. This is not an old fuddy-duddy practicing his self-induced teetotalism on others. This is more about how a pizza restaurant just lost my interest in spending my money because of their soft-peddling of pornography.
Blaze Pizza, at least respect the women in our town enough to turn your wine bottles around. I get it; the governor of New York can talk about women however his community will let him. That doesn’t mean you need to do so.
I have no issue with their pizza. Except for how much money it costs. God bless a free market.