Now, I'm a believer, and I can totally respect a conscientious businessman closing his chicken restaurant chain on the Sabbath. The Chick-Fil-A folks are more religious than most corporate types, but they also have some great product, their people are almost unfailingly nice, and except for the twinges of Vast Rightwing Conspiracy I get when the only media source available is the Washington Times, they're alright by me.
The kid and the wife and the grandma went to Chick-Fil-A recently and got a very above-average kid's meal prize, a Veggie Tales CD/CD-ROM. Again, while I'm of a different denomination, aesthetically, at least, Veggie Tales seems to be to be a high-quality, well-produced, well-reviewed source of gratifying children's entertainment with a non-objectionable [to most] Christian underpinning. Fine.
So pardon me if it's not too Christlike to ask WTF? No sooner did the kid start watching the music video, "Larry [the Cucumber] Sings The Blues," then her lip starts quivering and she bursts into tears and sobs. See, this dickhead Lemon keeps saying that Larry's too happy to sing the blues right, and so he the gives Larry an ice cream cone, lets him enjoy one lick, and then he takes it away and eats the whole thing, then gloats about it to his "friend." No problem, the postive-thinking Larry says, I'll have...a cookie! Which Lemon promptly grabs away, throws on the ground, and beats to smithereens with his guitar. The kid lost it, and that was that. The other video, about baby Moses getting yelled at by his older sister had the same effect. [Note to evangelicals: you can have biblical textual literalism or "wholly invented for the sake of lesson-teaching convenience" character development, but you can't have both.]
Did we later watch the endings of these videos to find out the positive lessons they were supposed to teach, and did that mitigate the needless cruelty that drove the kid to tears? Yes, and no, not really. Is the Good News here supposed to be that your friends and family are actually meanspirited jerks? Or like with this Lemon, is it that there's some self-appointed arbiter telling you how wrong you are, who then takes obvious pleasure from trying to make you unhappy? [And who then purports to show you how the blues are done, even though he doesn't seem sad, either, just sadistic, so what does he know?]
My kid has a Noah's ark set; I suppose I should be explaining to her about all the wicked people and animals who were wiped out in the flood first? Damn, but these vegetables have me steamed.