Ok, what’s the deal with this? I found an article in a major daily (Vancouver Sun or Vancouver Province, I forget which, dated sometime around Feb of this year) which cast doubt upon the notion that the priciple fodder in the KFC fryers could technically be called chicken.
The article, posted on the wall of a health-oriented coffee-shop (Irony, anyone?) stated that the US gov told KFC to stop referring to their product as Chicken, as they supposedly get their meat from bizarre evil-overlord style factories which now raise creatures without beaks, feathers, or (some other chicken-type feature).
Sounded like an urban myth gone wild, but I’m intregued.
Has anyone else seen/heard such stuff? Does anyone have the Dope on it?
Decisions are made by those that show up. Is politics failing you or are you failing politics?
It’s because “Kentucky Fried bioengineered poultry-like organism that tastes like chicken” wouldn’t fit on the sign.
Seriously a tiny bit of common sense will let you debunk this yourself. Raising a conventionl chicken is remarkably cheap and easy. You feed them, they eat and shit. Can you imagine the cost of raising creatures that are fed through tubes? There are lots of would be overlords but as Austin Powers taught us, it has to turn a profit.
I can see the film version now though, Keanu Reeves and Lawrence Fishburn star in a Nick Parks film by Aardman animation: The Chicken Matrix
My mother-in-law, (whose middle name is Gullible) firmly believes this one.
I have even presented her with the truth, but she refuses to believe me. That’s why they “had” to change their name from Kentucky Fried Chicken to KFC, she says.
She also believes she will be stuck with an AIDS-tainted needle if she uses a pay phone or pumps her own gas, and that deodorant will give her breast cancer, Procter and Gamble is owned by Satanists, and won’t let my kids play in ball pits because of course they are all full of snakes, but that’s another thread.
She believes all this crap so strongly, it drives me nuts.
[hijack] Kinsey, it drives you nuts because you’re taking the wrong approach. You have to play with this…feed her every single urban legend you can find. Pretty soon, she’ll be so terrified she won’t step out of the house. That’s what I’d do, at any rate…but I just happen to enjoy tormenting the in-laws…[/hijack]
ok, ok, ok.
I’m getting the idea that yous aint knee-jerk true-believers in everything you read/hear. Doesnt that get tedious? How in the world do you ever get a good panic goin’ if you gotta sit about and think things through, first? Yer gonna miss a lot of bandwagons with that attitude!
Thanks for confirming my suspicions, gang. I was sure this story was a crock, but thought this would be the acid test if there ever was one. Now I can go back to that coffee shop and haughtily denounce their pin-up info. And if they challenge me, I can just tell them “a bunch of dopers told me it wasn’t so!”
The idea of some sort of vague chicken-like amorphous blob isn’t new. Poul Anderson wrote about such a situation in THE SPACE MERCHANTS, back in the 50s (before there was a KFC). There was huge blob of chickenish stuff, called Chicken Little, and pieces were hacked or sliced off to be fed to people. The blob itself regenerated, of course, a growing, palpitating mass.
We sure they didn’t switch to KFC because the chickens don’t come from Kentucky?