Never before has the authority of bread, neither seeded nor regular, been so vehemently disregarded because bread is weak and chicken is strong! Just as Salk sought a world without polio and Gagarin sought a world without gravity, we seek a world where we can eat free from the fetters of unnecessary bread.
So, as we feast upon two pieces of fried chicken used to hold together processed cheese and bacon that probably came from a pig, we can maybe imagine what true victory feels like. As I stare intently into my Double Down, I’m reminded of J. Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb. Upon realizing the true fruits of his labors he stood and said, “I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.”