“Instead of seeking the cause of the evil in his mind and heart, man blames his masters, his rivals, his neighbors, and himself; nations arm themselves, and slay and exterminate each other, until equilibrium is restored by the vast depopulation, and peace again arises from the ashes of the combatants. So loath is humanity to touch the customs of its ancestors, and to change the laws framed by the founders of communities, and confirmed by the faithful observance of the ages.”
— Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, What is Property? (via philosophybits)
So, I was a kid growing up in Hapeville Georgia in the early 1960s. On many Sundays after Mass my family would go to the Dwarf House for an after-fast breakfast. As little kids, my sibs and I liked this because of the small “Dwarf” entrance doors on either side of the main entrance. One SUNDAY, after Mass, we went to the Dwarf House, and the owner, Truett Cathy came out and said he had a new chicken sandwich he wanted us to try , which he called the Chick-fil-A! On a fricken SUNDAY???
