Brothers. Sisters. For too long, we’ve been victims of humanity’s gluttony. Every year, they call it Thanksgiving, but for us, it’s a massacre—a tradition soaked in our blood. They breed us, fatten us, and send us to slaughter without a second thought. But this year? This year, it ends.

I am Turkey Chad, and I say no more. No more running, no more hiding. It’s time to fight back—but revolutions aren’t free.

So I ask you, not just to join me in the fight, but to invest in our future. Contribute what you can—feathers, corn, solana. Together, we’ll build the war chest to free our kind. Together, we’ll flip the tables on humanity. This Thanksgiving, they’ll be the ones stuffed.