Fraternising with the Anti-Christ

”Everything went downhill from the moment the McDonald’s chain was allowed to invade England.” –Morrissey
Now, this website has shown a lot of love to Morrissey in the past. But, on this point, we have to disagree.
I’ve just had a meal at McDonalds and I don’t feel bad about it. Personally, I think it takes a lot of guts to say that in this day and age. Everybody seems to want to jump down your throat and say you’re raping Brazilian Rainforests of their dignity, committing gross crimes against your own body and perpetuating the growth of the one company that embodies everything I’m meant to hate about Capitalism.
And they’re probably right.
But you know what, just occasionally, maybe once a fortnight, a couple of Double Cheeseburgers really hit the spot.
You know what else? If people didn’t want to eat this greasy crap they wouldn’t. Feel free to hate McDonalds, but do it for the right reasons and not because that’s what everybody does. I could go off on a rant, but this article sums up my feelings more eloquently than I could. Do yourself a favour, read it and then form your own opinion instead of spouting the popular consensus…
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June 2nd, 2006 at 6:48 am
You will die alone and a virgin!!
As Bob Marley once said ” No woman no cry” or maybe “Dont worry, be happy”.
Hang on, wasnt that Bobby Mcferri!?
Get out of my dreams,
get into my car
Now your billy Oceanising my language.
June 7th, 2006 at 10:44 am
Greetings Flip, about time you told me you had a website.
Ah Macdonalds.
I don’t hate them because they rape rainforests. I hate them because their product is shit. There is more potato in a plastic sofa than in one of their fries, which appear to be mere strings of cotton dipped in salt and fried.
MacDonalds I consign thee to the hell reserved for people who wear plastic sandals and white socks.
June 7th, 2006 at 10:50 am
Actually I think the following conversation best sums up the useful place McDonalds (ok, so I resisted the urge to add an ‘a’ this time in my mockery):
Simon, on holiday in Turin, Italy, needs to pee fairly urgently. He spots the tourist information centre and enters.
Simon: Bionjourno, could you tell me please if there is a public toilet nearby.
Guide: No. But theres a McDonalds down the road. I suggest you use that.
Simon: Thanks.