First off, I should say that this is PRET-ty weird. If you will be offended by extremely ironic humor in the representation of some pretty grim events of recent history, you shouldn’t watch the video. I found a lot of it offensive myself. But if you are morbidly fascinated by how the other half (the half that has LOTS of time to waste, enough to shoot hundreds of photographs of hamburgers in various poses) expresses itself, you might want to glance at this.
One of our regulars sent me the clip as an e-mail, so I won’t say who it was, but here’s how the thing was explained:
Food Fight is an abridged history of American-centric war, from World War II to present day, told through the foods of the countries in conflict. Watch as traditional comestibles slug it out for world domination in this chronologically re-enacted smorgasbord of aggression.
There is a cheat sheet for those of you who want to have your food allusions explained, although it’s recommended that you try to follow it on your own first.
There is also, for the history-deprived, a breakdown of the battles and events depicted, at the bottom of this Web page. As you will see, the humor that is employed in this animated feature is rather, um, tasteless. Even literally — the food that is depicted is quite unappetizing. But I share it anyway — you certainly don’t have to watch it.
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It is really weird but I liked it took a lot of imagination to create
Not a terribly frequent reader, but I think this is one of the most interesting things you’ve ever posted. Thanks for sharing.
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Methinks someone got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 🙂
That’s a temporary glitch, Penultimo (Do your friends call you "Penny," like Penny Hardaway?).
Try it again. YouTube sometimes says "no longer available" or some such when traffic’s tied up or something…
My friends call me “Mac”. Others call me “The Knife” and may never look me in the eye or speak to me directly.
Everyone else, may parents excepted, calls me “sir” or suffers the consequences.
My parents call me Lumpy.
OK, Clarence.
Dadgummit, no one ever calls me Clarence any more, not even that darned Eddie Haskell.
But I’ll tell you what.
When a pseudonym is all you’ve got,
You don’t really have a lot
Because you’re billing yourself as something you’re not
While the world around you goes to pot.
Please, somebody show me a com to dot
Before my fingers rot
Or I won’t have squat
Save an old baseball card that features Mel Ott
Or maybe not.