If there's a better piece of chicken, the rooster got it. If there's a better piece of chicken, the rooster got it.
If there's a better piece of chicken, the rooster got it.
Do you need to read that again? Is three times enough? Has it already made you despair for humanity? Right there, amid those eleven little words, lies an encyclopedia of mind-rotting garbage. The chicken—a female and, therefore, worthless as an agent of her own life—is owned by the rooster and by you. The rooster takes her for sexual pleasure, and you… Well, that's between you and the breast-enhanced, winking, flirtatious, bikini-clad bird.
That the sexual and the violent are, once again, conflated by the flesh-pushers is sad and sorry enough. (See the hearts in the logo? Love and death locked in intimate embrace!) That this depraved drama should be carried out in the realm of animals at our mercy is even worse. That Chicken Galore also offers up pigs, fish, and shrimp makes us shudder at the advertising images that might have been.
(Thanks to Dr. aubade for the referral.)
Addendum: On a less vomit-inducing note, we'd like to comment on the text in the upper right of the image. "The Place For Ribs & Chicken ... The Way You Want It!" We are accustomed to the habits of avoidance that propagate terms like beef, as opposed to "cow meat," and pork, as opposed to "pig meat." (Yes, we are aware that the food terms are all of French origin and made their way into English when the French enjoyed power in England.) And we understand that ambiguous terms like chicken must cause some psychological discomfort. As in "Is this a chicken I'm eating, or some of a substance known as chicken?" But here, even "ribs" is reinterpreted as the name of a certain kind of stuff. (You're not encouraged to eat ribs the way you want them, but instead the way you want it, even though the word transparently names particular parts of an animal's body.) Again, we wonder whether our fellow man is already too far gone.
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I don't want to make this post even worse. However I have to guess the name is an homage to the Bond femme fatale immortalized by Honor Blackman in Goldfinger. (See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pussy_Galore)
So this is a juvenile double entendre paying homage to another juvenile double entendre. Dare I add "Licence to Grill?".
- Toby Schnauzer
People eat chicken. Get over it.
And she is standing on the icons for the credit cards. As if it weren't obvious enough.
Interesting addendum. I teach History of the English Language, and have featured that thing about the French names for the meat (beef, pork, veal) as opposed to the English names for the animals (cow, pig, calf) for years. The exception of "chicken" has always made me wonder. Is it because chicken was cheaper and easier to raise, so the English working class ate it more? (that's probably it) Or is it because, despite the chicken's odd physiognomy and reputed stupidity, chickens seem more irreducible in their critterhood (i.e., the meat is closer to the walking thing)? Sounds like complete nonsense, doesn't it? But is it or is it not true that the chicken is the most frequent representative of Suicide Food? I will continue to research this!
Oh, no, stantoro: The pig is the suicidefood archetype!
I stand corrected! Pigs, natch. And Tabitha, I'm going to recommend that you don't read this blog anymore. Seriously, I'm worried you might burst a vein!
Haha, Tabitha is angry.
I like chicken, I like Chicken eggs. and I remember my daughters play time farm set that featured "Hamburger the Cow"
We even had a joke "What does the cow say on the farm? Mooooooo....
What does the cow say on the grill? ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!"
I do hope that you can successfully maintain your vegan lifestyle. The lack of animal protein will surely assist in the lack of your brains development. I do appreciate your generous donation of bleach to the gene pool.
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