Yes, this ad has the Foster Farms Imposter chickens, this time in an old car that looks like an old Dodge Dart or a Tornado, and they’re wearing safety helmets or something. So they ask some girl for directions, and they say they’re Foster Farms chickens. So she says they don’t seem like Foster Farms chickens, since Foster Farms chickens are from California, and their license plates say “Arkansas”. So they make some excuse, she blows them off, and the announcer tells us that Foster Farms chickens are only from California.
So, here we have established that while happy cows come from California, miserable chickens are ruthlessly killed there. But they make it seem great, so they can attract other chickens to come visit, and then they murder them and try to pretend they were Foster Farms chickens all along by disposing of the out-of-state license plates and chopping the cars up for parts and stuff. So they make twice as much money that way, selling both the chicken carcasses, and all their cars and worldly possessions. What a racket!
Or at least, that's what this ad makes it look like they're doing! (That’s a joke, son…)
These “Imposters” ads are great, and I’ve always thought they were lots of fun. But when you think about it, they’re the same idea (only funnier) as Charlie the tuna from the old Star Kist commercials, right? Just like Charlie, these chickens want nothing more in life than to be killed, packaged, marketed, sold and eaten under a specific brand name; but they’re not good enough, and they know they’re not good enough, but they’re scraping and scamming anyway. So not only are these guys charlatans and fraudsters, but they’re also mentally ill, with a very specific death wish! And when a suicidal guy doesn’t get what he wants, you never know what he’ll do! So I think Foster Farms ought to just kill them like they want, and then just throw their carcasses away, or sell them to some lesser brand for some extra cash. Otherwise, these guys might become violent, and kill all the farm employees and package them as Foster Farms chicken! (You never know: it could happen eventually! These guys have gone to a lot of trouble to get this far; rejection now might make them desperate!) Or are the Foster Farms people afraid they might be haunted forever by the restless ghosts of these chickens for scamming them back? You never know!
You know, Foster Farms keeps showing us these chickens who aren’t good enough to be Foster Farms chickens, but we never get to see the ones that are good enough: not while they’re alive, anyway! Why not show us the real chickens from Foster Farms, so we can see how much better they are than these imposters side-by-side, and then they can kill the good chickens, while the imposters are sprayed with the blood of the ones that are good enough. Maybe then, the imposters will revel in the fact that they’re not good enough, and just learn to love themselves the way they are! It might be an important lesson for them. I mean, unless the Foster Farms slaughterhouse employees want to make sure there are no witnesses! Then, they’ll be killed after all, but for nothing! Oh, what a waste! What a tragic comedy! Oh, misguided wishful food sources, when will you ever learn?
But these ads are great, and they’re really funny! But what a psychiatrist could make of them…
Here’s the ad, but you have to click the title “Mountain Men”, and then click on the play arrow:
