We Do Chicken In *Updated with some extra tasty crispy SPCA nonsence on page 4*

[fiend_of_rejections]

I like omelets.

[Master]

Everybody does. Egg. Cheese. Whats not to like?

[rezo]

. . .

so is there any practicality to having a "natural death" farm?

[arjue]

I dunno, but I find that free range chicken tends to taste nicer (Australia has enough land to do this successfully, same with our cows, and generally our primary products are of much higher quality than yours apparently). Small chicken sheds produce cheaper chicken of noticably worse quality.

[cka]

Wait a second...

You mean KFC isn't made out of pigeons? </unfunny>


And upon watching their video (indeed there is a video link on that site), it's amazingly hilarious to see a crippled chicken.

[MVS]

Originally posted by Chemist
I hate to ruin the flamin' but my cousin is one of the leaders of PETA here in Canada. You know why elephants are being phased out of circus's ? Because she thought it was cruel! hahaaha My Grandpa always rips on her, but she get to travel all around the world, she lived in Austraila for 1 year, NJ , Alaska, Colorada, France for a little, and no she has been offered a teaching job at Harvard to teach some enviromental crap...So could ya lessin' the PETA bashing just a bit..?
PS> The pay her like crazy to do it, and she gets all those trips free, and i think they bought her house in Austraila for her, just to protest down their for some crap...hahaha

Drug Dealers make great money too, guess we should respect and not talk shit about them, eh?

Money /= good deeds.

[Shine]

I thought that we'd just lump these two together since they both relate to the same "Human rights for animals" mentality.

Rachel called the SPCA today to ask about getting our cat de-clawed and de-balled, and they responded to the de-balling question by telling her the process for getting a voucher and selecting a vet - Simple stuff. Then they respond the de-clawing question by telling her that they neither condone nor support such a barbaric act. According to the SPCA rep. de-clawing animals is done by removing their first digit, which leads to psychological damage and is therefore cruel.

Had I been the one speaking the response would not have been as diplomatic as my girlfriends, actually it would have been something to the effect of. “Well golly gee willikers, I’m sorry that I don’t want the cat to scratch up my furniture, my daughters face and arms, and anything else he can dig his claws in to. I’m sorry that de-clawing causes deep seeded psychological trauma, but out of curiosity, if de-clawing causes such terrible damage to my cats psyche than what the fuck kind of effect do you think ripping his fucking sack is going to have on the stupid little shit? Shut the fuck up.”

What the hell is wrong with this country that we waste valuable resources testing what psychological disorders de-clawed cats suffer from, when there are people starving in our own streets?

[Rhydant]

ive been reading through the PETA website for about 10 minutes now.... does anyone else think that theyre trying too hard to be "cool and trendy" by using words/phrases like "piss you off" and "kick ass"? wtf? its like theyre some sort of radical group or....

oh wait...

goddamn hippies.

seriously. wtf is wrong with them?

PETA or no PETA--im SO eating at KFC tomorrow. all this talk of chicken is making me yearn for some strips. and those biscuits. yeah.

[Shine]

I ate there earlier today, had the buffet. :yumm:

[Mode7]

From The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, which is in turn from the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams:

A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.

'Good evening,' it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, 'I am the Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?' It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggling its hindquarters into a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.

Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.

'Something off the shoulder perhaps?' suggested the animal. 'Braised in a white wine sauce?'

'Er, your shoulder?' said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

'But naturally my shoulder, sir,' mooed the animal contentedly, 'nobody else's is mine to offer.'

Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling the animal's shoulder appreciatively.

'Or the rump is very good,' murmured the animal. 'I've been exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of good meat there.' It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud. It swallowed the cud again.

'Or a casserole of me perhaps?' it added.

'You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?' whispered Trillian to Ford.

'Me?' said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, 'I don't mean anything.'

'That's absolutely horrible,' exclaimed Arthur, 'the most revolting thing I've ever heard.'

'What's the problem, Earthman?' said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to the animal's enormous rump.

'I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting me to,' said Arthur, 'it's heartless.'

'Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten,' said Zaphod.

'That's not the point,' Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. 'All right,' he said, 'maybe that is the point, I don't care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just...er...'

The Universe raged about him in its death throes.

'I'll just have a green salad,' he muttered.

'May I urge you to consider my liver?' asked the animal, 'it must be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for months.'

'A green salad,' said Arthur emphatically.

'A green salad?' said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.'

'Are you going to tell me,' said Arthur, 'that I shouldn't have green salad?'

'Well,' said the animal, 'I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled mess and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.'

It managed a very slight bow.

'Glass of water please,' said Arthur.

'Look,' said Zaphod, 'we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry. We haven't eaten in five hunded and seventy-six thousand million years.'

The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle.

'A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,' it said, 'i'll just nip off and shoot myself.'

He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.

'Don't worry, sir,' he said, 'I'll be very humane.'

Personally, I'm vegetarian.