The above is an Australian market ad for KFC that has gotten the company into some trouble this week for obvious reasons, namely the fact that it is super racist. But, while the company has since pulled the ad from circulation and apologized to anyone whom the ad may have offended, a spokesperson also gave a mild defense of the ad’s supposedly benign humor. From news.com.au (via arbroath):

It is a light-hearted reference to the West Indian cricket team. The ad was reproduced online in the US without KFC’s permission, where we are told a culturally-based stereotype exists, leading to the incorrect assertion of racism. We unequivocally condemn discrimination of any type and have a proud history as one of the world’s leading employers for diversity.

OK, well, a couple of things about that. For one, I don’t think that the assertion of racism is because of how the ad was reproduced on-line without permission. I think the assertion of racism is because of how the ad is racist. I’m also surprised that someone had to tell the Australian branch of KFC that America has culturally-based stereotypes. For one thing, ah-no-ah-duh. Everyone knows that. And for two thing, SO DOES AUSTRALIA. They are the fucking racist-ist. So just relax with the kettle calling, Potstralia.

But I would actually be kind of sensitive to this argument. Like, I don’t know anything about cricket, or the inter-team cricket rivalries. Maybe this was just a light-hearted reference to the West Indian cricket team. Except that tipster Ben dug up this KFC ad for the Korean market from TWO YEARS AGO:

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Oh, I get it. OK, so, imagine that your computer is a chicken. And that Dokken is a computer virus. Now imagine that the desk where you keep your chicken is the wing of an airplane. And imagine that the chair that you normally sit on to do work on the chicken is a narwhal. And your head is a pumpkinhead. OK, now, you put your glasses (in this case, tank treads) on your pumpkinhead and sit on your narwhal as your chicken boots up. You load your Internet browser (in this case, a Garfield day-to-day calendar) to look at a website about politics (in this case, a website about gumdrops) to see what is happening with Barack Obama (Santa Claus) in his quest to reform healthcare (barbecue). Just then there is a knock at the door (swimming pool in the shape of a dollar sign). You open it and who do you see standing on the other side of the swimming pool in the shape of a dollar sign but your old college friend, Brian (windshield wiper fluid). He asks if you want to go out and grab a beer (leather jacket). You tell the windshield wiper fluid to hold on a second, turn away from the swimming pool in the shape of a dollar sign, and head back to the airplane wing. You grab your jacket (kayak) off the back of the narwhal and close out the Garfield page-a-day-calendar. You press a button on the keyboard (safety net for gymnasts) to shut down your chicken, but first a pop up window asks if you would like to allow Dokken to infect your chicken. You put your hand on the mouse (leather knife-sharpening strop) to click “do not allow” (“Chinese Olympic Ping Pong Team of 1988″), but just then you wake up and it had all just been a dream. Buy more organ juice!

This is funny, but it would be a lot funnier if Gwyneth Paltrow wasn’t already a parody of herself. Did you know they were thinking of renaming the Groundlings the Gwynethlings? No they weren’t. (Thanks for the tip, Marc, Tyson, Ted, and Lindsay.)

Previously: Gwyneth Paltrow’s Recipe For Roasted Chicken

And one chicken.

You will also need:

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