The do-gooders are boycotting Coopers Brewery beers in Australia after the family-owned business created a video with two Liberal MPs, one of whom is openly gay, debating marriage equality over a beer. The problem not being what was said, but the fact that marriage equality was debated at all. In this country any opinion that wavers from the marriage equality line is branded hate speech. A look at Coopers twitter feed will show this is no exaggeration. The activists had a field day, all trying to out virtue signal each other in their disposal of Coopers products. The staff at a gay bar gleefully smashed the bottles one by one. How happy they were to finally be oppressed!
Why must everything we do become political? I was talking to my most leftist acquaintance, a man who talk to for an extended period I require not just beer but hard liquor and psychotropic substances, and he mentioned he only frequents businesses that advertise in the gay papers. Not only did he want to support businesses that support the gay community (they are of course allies, not just grabbing that sweet, sweet pink dollar) but he was concerned about being discriminated against when the topic of him being gay comes up. And for him it will come up. This is a problem I’ve never faced before. I guess I’m just old fashioned in that I keep conversation with my dentist to the weather and sport, not what I stick up my bum.
Now Immigration Minister Peter Dutton is in on the controversy, telling Australian CEOs not to use their positions – and shareholder money- to push social agendas. He has a point. We are becoming like America, where minimum wage retail and hospitality workers just trying to make a living are on the front line of endless boycotts, backlashes, and political posturing.
Yesterday it was time to take a stand against this madness!
I was going to drink a cold Coopers beer and stand up to the leftist bullies!
I don’t actually like Coopers Beer, but this was for freedom!
I went down to the bottle shop in full fight mode, ready to take on anyone who told me I was a hateful bigot for buying this beer, but the store was empty and the cashier semi-conscious. I walked all the way home unchallenged, and with my empty political gesture done for the week, I had nothing else to do. So I necked the four-pack while watching The Real Housewives of Sydney, got very windy and bloated and passed out by 6 pm. I think that puts me about the level of an anti-Trump protest.