Once Again The Easter Chicken Get A Raw (egg) Deal

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I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, “CHICKENS ARE GETTING SCREWED!”

(NOTE: I am NOT referring to when chickens get it on with roosters)

I’m referring to every time this year, Easter, when chickens do not get the recognition they so well deserve for producing all those eggs that the stinkin’ Easter bunny gets credit for.

Who, I ask you, do ya think slaves day in and day out producing egg after egg in a cold straw nest in some coop somewhere while that bunny just sits back in his cozy rabbit hole watching “Animal Planet.” It’s the chicken you damn dummies! When….when I ask you is the chicken gonna get the credit it deserves for making Easter eggs? WHEN!

This has been going on way too long if ya ask me. Without the chicken the rabbit would be useless at Easter time. No chickens…..no eggs. It’s as simple as that.

Every year at this time it’s the same old thing. “Ohhhh, is the Easter Bunny coming today mommy?” Or, “Mommy, daddy, can we color some neat eggs for Easter?”  Or, “Please….please…..can I get a real live bunny for Easter?”

Gimmie a freakin’ break. Do ya hear any kid ask their parent for a real live chicken for Easter? NO!  What happens to the chicken at Easter? If you’re not eatin’ ham you’re eatin’ a chicken….that’s what happens. Chickens, like Rodney Dangerfield, get absolutely no respect. I’m tired of it!


How the Easter Chicken creates those colored Easter eggs

What the hell kinda respect does a chicken get at Easter? I’ll tell ya! “PEEPS.” Yes….those marshmallow yellow candy thingys that resemble chickens…PEEPS! Big damn deal. It’s that rabbit that gets all the recognition. Smiley bunnies all over store advertisements. Chocolate bunnies on the store shelves. Real live bunnies in pet stores. Bunny slippers. And, lest we forget, “rabbit ears,” which were for older TV sets before cable TV. Didn’t hear them called, “chicken ears” did ya.


A case of Peep homicide. Renegade chickens are the prime suspects according to authorities.

And what’s “Playboy Magazine” got for its trademark logo? Yep….a damn rabbit. What’s wrong with having a chicken Mr. Hefner? Not sexy enough for ya?

I somehow suspect that because rabbits multiply quite rapidly by doing what rabbits do when they encounter rabbits of the opposite sex may be the reason “Playboy Magazine” chose a rabbit for their logo. The sex angle folks.bunnny 1

But, again, do ya see any eggs displayed prominently in Playboy? NO! Why? Because there’s NEVER any chickens in Playboy that’s why. Blatant chicken discrimination.

Tom Santos, a friend of mine, recently wrote a blog about his remembrances of Easter. He mentioned that he recalls those wonderful moments in anticipation of Santa Claus coming down the chimney and the Tooth Fairy coming in through the window and leaving a few bucks under his pillow, (his parents were wealthy) but said that he had no idea how the Easter Bunny got into his house. (see “stonington-mysticpatch.com”)

I, of course, being quite knowledgable on the scam the Easter Bunny has going for him, enlightened my friend as to how exactly the Easter Bunny gets eggs, (chicken ones) into ones home. It’s very simple. Bunnies burrow into the ground thereby having access to various plumbing conduits. They simply tap into your bathroom toilet pipe, scurry up the pipe to your toilet, lift up the seat, distribute their eggs, (chicken ones) and scurry back down the pipe.

As I advised my friend Tom, this is one reason you should always wash your Easter eggs before consuming them.


Just sayin.’

On the other hand, if you accept the fact that the Easter Bunny is nothing more than an opportunist who takes advantage of all the hard work a chicken does, you’ll have some compassion for chickens and start educating your children as to who really does all the hard egg work.

It’s time for the “Easter Chicken” to be recognized. Don’t wait for the U. S. Supreme Court to take up the case in “Chicken Lickin’ vs Peter Rabbit” before you take action. Be brave, stand up for all chickens TODAY!  Yes….TODAY….Easter Sunday.


MisfitWisdom special thanks to Tina Roenhovde Tiller for this photo taken from her blog, “Every Day Life in Vienna” at “tinasrabbithole.wordpress.com” which shows the hard work chickens do in other countries where they are recognized on Easter.

MisfitWisdom, along with “Chickens For Equal Rights” and the “Cock-a-doodle-doo Roosters Fife and Drum Core”  sponsored this message.

Remember their rally cry in support of chickens rights: “This ain’t no chicken shit.”

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3 Responses to Once Again The Easter Chicken Get A Raw (egg) Deal

  1. santostom says:

    You’re absolutely right Leghorn. Chickens get no respect.They work their butts (pardon the pun) off dropping eggs right and left just so the Easter Bunny can deliver them and get all the credit. Just not fair.

  2. poor chickens. and on top of all that you have cows writing ‘eat moar chickin’ signs…

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