Does that chicken look a little blasé? (Even more son than your average chicken, which are already a pretty blasé lot.) He
should. He has nothing to live for, now that he’s been made a capon with push-button, electric
convenience. I like the pointing hand, as if your eye needed direction to the giant
mutant chicken in the ad.
Reminds me of one of my favorite preacher stories. A former pastor of mine, who
was known for both bombast and inaccuracy, was speaking about the Ethiopian
eunuch. He said, “This man was in a position of power, of influence, of
wealth. But he knew something was wrong. He knew something was missing.”
I almost snorted myself into an aneurysm.
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