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It’s 2019. Donald Trump is the President of the United States. A group of individuals on Facebook planned to storm Area 51. And the last great American conflict of this decade will be between two fast-food chicken icons: The Chosen Regime of Chick-Fil-A and the anarchists from Louisiana, Popeyes Chicken. What a time to be alive.

The end is nowhere in sight. Blood has been shed (literally). Lives have been changed. The propaganda has been spread. However, the damage is all but done.


It began in early August, as Popeyes marketing team brought much fanfare to social media announcing the launch of their new chicken sandwich.

Coincidentally, Chick-Fil-A around the same time had been receiving flack on social media for their company involvement with anti-LGBT organizations and their continued support of President Trump.

This tweet (left) was not only retweeted 15,000 times, but screenshotted and used by several different accounts. The tweet on the right is one of countless tweets made by social media users who brought attention to Chick-Fil-A donations.

The day of reckoning came August 12th. The Popeyes chicken sandwich was released and social media went into a frenzy the following days after. Many people hopped on the Popeyes bandwagon, saying the chicken sandwich was simply better. I could not believe the tweets I was reading.

The public went into a madness as videos and clips were uploaded on social media of customers brawling with employees because of the sandwiches quickly selling out across the country. It had become a national headline. The frenzy reminded me of the once popular animated series, The Boondocks. In an episode named the “Fried Chicken Flu,” the show perfectly captures and foreshadows an event where the public goes into madness when a new chicken recipe from a fast-food chicken chain sells out.

Video after video of countless violent acts against Popeyes employees lead me to only one question.

What did Popeyes create that made all those people go that crazy?

I had to try it.

After work one evening, I made plans for myself to try the chicken sandwich – spicy and original, of course. Luckily my visit was not like the encounters I had seen over social media. No guns, no hands being thrown, not even a line. Perfect. Can Chick-Fil-A say that? Uh, no. Score one for Popeyes.

The aroma from the bag told me everything I needed to know. I was cheating on my first love. Me and Chick-Fil-A were years in the making. Cow appreciation days, countless dinner dates. But there was no turning back. I got home and quickly unwrapped the sandwich out of the bag.

At first glance, you will immediately love the portion size of the sandwich. It makes the Chick-Fil-A sandwich look like a wimp. I know there are steroids in all of the chicken today – so if you are going to give me a chicken sandwich it better be Jose Conseco. But looks aren’t everything, so I took a bite. Then another. And then another. Popeyes truly out did themselves. I can vouch as a once Chick-Fil-A supporter, Popeyes is better.

Oh and it’s open on Sundays.