If it wasn’t for my parents, I don’t think I would’ve gone through with a Thanksgiving dinner today. Cause when you really think about it, Thanksgiving is a metaphor for celebrating imperialism, genocide, gluttony, and for some, blatant capitalism the next day. For the dysfunctional, we get together with people. We force ourselves to be ‘nice’ while others act like hypocrites for the sake of ‘family.’ On top of that, many gather around a dead bird. Talk about a holiday being more morbid than Halloween.
Then Ben gently reminded me of the things that I should be grateful for. He’s right. There’s plenty I have to be grateful for. Won’t list them here, don’t want to bore you. Besides, there’s always the marathon tradition of Godzilla, King Kong and Mystery Science 3000. While they may no longer be broadcast on television, there’s always DVD. Oh wait, I forgot – Blu-ray. Netflix. Whatever. With that, Ben put things into perspective. So Happy Thanksgiving everyone. From your local friendly misanthrope.
I’ll leave you with two links. One is a poem from my homeboy William S. Burroughs. He’s right up there with Friedrich Nietzsche, Crow (MST3K) and Tartar Sauce the Grumpy Cat:
Another is this: http://www.tofurky.com/