Topic: Chick-fil-A is going to end up being the Defenders of DEI
Anonymous A started this discussion 11 months ago#124,147
Life always has an ironic twist for good measure. Since President Trump's recent comments concerning diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI), many companies have been falling back on their own DEI policies. However, Chick-fil-A has yet to make such changes if their website is any indication, as their DEI page still remains active and online.
Keep in mind, years ago, this is a company which garnered a lot of negative publicity for their CEO Dan Cathy's remarks toward the LGBTQIA+ community. Since then, it wasn't only the alphabet mafia or their supporters who were upset. Chick-fil-A also ran into scrutiny from their own conservative customer-base upon the discovery of their said DEI policies.
One has to wonder. Could we potentially see an ironic defense of DEI coming from the same fast food chain that once was called homophobic?
boof joined in and replied with this 11 months ago, 22 minutes later, 7 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,351,031
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POTATO NIGGER replied with this 11 months ago, 51 minutes later, 16 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,351,258
@1,351,096 (D)
I just ate some fried chicken there. The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm. Afterwards, the division manager of Chick-fil-A came up to my table and asked me how the meal was. I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it.
He lead me to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As I watched, employees of the Chick-fil-A cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.
The Chick-fil-A employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones.
They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.
I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"
I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted. Chick-fil-A definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer.