Mmm…Tastes Like Chicken

Sometimes headlines aren’t just badly written. Sometimes they’re so badly written as to become disturbing.


Disturbing...but funny.

This reminds me, btw, of an Eddie Izzard bit about The American Dream:

[In Britain] there was a spirit of ex-empire, this thing of “things can't be done,” whereas in America, I thought there was a spirit of “can be done!” The pioneer thing.

“Go do it! What do you want to do?”

“I want to put babies on spikes.”

“Go then! Go! It's the American Dream!”

“Hi! I'm Crazy Eddie! I put babies on spikes. Do you want a rack of babies? We've got babies on racks! Mmm, they taste of chicken!”

They do! Babies taste of chicken! Cannibals say that human flesh tastes of chicken, so babies must taste of chicken. And chicken tastes of humans.

If you don’t know who Eddie Izzard is, you must find out immediately.

(More Eddie here, here, and here.)