Being a boomer, I am none of those things. And the only time I ever ate at Chik-Fil-A is when they opened their first store in downtown Chicago, when I didn't know their POV. I know you weren't implicating me, but it's embarrassing to be associated with such an ugly crowd. I'd like to know how the rest of us rational boomers can separate ourselves! (Oh, and we certainly shouldn't be running for President.)