Take a moment to study the image in detail. Your attention will be rewarded. (If making your gorge rise can be called a reward.)
The sow in her bra and Daisy Dukes struts beneath the legend "Join us for a down & dirty good time!" And then, beside her bosoms, appears the name of the event: Racks for Racks. Still trying to parse it? The proceeds from this event—whatever it is, exactly—are earmarked for the Susan G. Komen Foundation.
To sum up: 1. A lewd pig line-dances to promote an event featuring the consumption of dead pigs. (So far, this is nothing more than basic suicide food business.) 2. Parts of the dead pigs are equated with parts of women, rack for rack. 3. The (human) "racks" in question are those belonging to survivors of breast cancer. (Are we the only ones reeling from the sucker-punch of insensitivity?)
And then of course, there is the wrongheaded connection between barbecue and the support of breast cancer research, as well as the salvation of breast cancer survivors.
According to cancer.gov:
[C]ooking certain meats at high temperatures creates chemicals that… may increase cancer risk. For example, heterocyclic amines are the carcinogenic chemicals formed from the cooking of muscle meats such as… pork…. [A]n increased risk of… breast cancer is associated with high intakes of… barbequed meats.
How far astray the Chili Head Barbeque Co. has gone. If only they had stuck with their inoffensive anthropomorphic chili pepper mascot.
(Thanks to Dr. Mrs. Suicidefood for the referral.)