No it's not. If I go to Chic Fila I don't need a church sermon. If I fill up my tank at Exxon, I don't need a lecture on why I'm not driving an electric vehicle

No it's not. If I go to Chic Fila I don't need a church sermon. If I fill up my tank at Exxon, I don't need a lecture on why I'm not driving an electric vehicle. If I buy a book at Barnes and Noble, I don't need to be questioned on why my selection doesn't vibe with the cashiers political opinion. It is not your job at any of these places to gauge whether I need a dose of your political nonsense. You don't know me, you don't know who I've hired, who my friends are, my roommates, my past relationships, my religion, my orientation. And it's none of your damn business either. During the nonsense in NYC over Michael Brown there were a handful of rabble rousers whipped up into a frenzy by an irresponsible media and irresponsible political leaders. The vast majority of the city were on the subway, black and white together friends and coworkers, living their lives in harmony, talking, laughing, and being a community.