It's 10:15 at night. You've been driving for 7 hours. You're exhausted, starving, you pull off the exit to go to your absolute favorite fast food restaurant. Not the crappy ones, one of the real good ones.

What built this oasis of the road? A love of beef? Chicken? No. Try religious zealotry and flame-broiled funding of borderline hate groups.

It's Burger Bullshit.