The "moral minority" has prevailed; Hooters will detour State College.

Young women now have one less opportunity to earn their tuition in a lawful manner, and many students and citizens have been denied both the entertainment and gastronomic value of a Hooters Restaurant, and their First and Fourteenth Amendments-derived right to free association, but for a vocal and locally entrenched cabal of self-anointed "community spokespersons."

While I may not frequent either Chumley's Bar or Chippendale's exotic male revue at the Crowbar, or the local abortion clinic for that matter, never would I lapse into activist histrionics, recognizing that some members of our community do patronize such events and venues in the borough.

God help the chattering elites who would turn a wayward eye toward good used bookstores or tailors.

American boasts a freedom of choice, including a woman's right to choose to abort or keep her child, my right to vote Republican or Democrat, or to pay for university events, such as Cuntfest and the Guerilla Girls, but the comparatively minor choice of where to unwind, the whirring and insidious machinations of gradual emasculation held at bay across East College Avenue, the nubile perfection of an unseasonably lightly dressed female waitress free to liberate the dollars right from my pocket, as I wax nostalgic over Budweiser commercials, and debate the finer points of Mustang repair with Neanderthalic confederates.

How something as mundane as Hooters could, in such a gloriously diverse and open-minded hamlet, prompt our ironically puritanical friends-in-high-places to scream ideological bloody murder, resting only when the faintest flicker of "delightfully tacky yet unrefined" heterosexual hedonism has been extinguished, defies rational thought.