You know the long-gathering storm is just about to break when as innocuous and purely American a tradition as Thanksgiving dinner has become an act of defiance and rebellion. Please note also that no one in Rockwell’s classic painting is wearing a face-diaper. Thomas Jefferson wouldn’t have worn one, either.
Update! A last Thanksgiving thought: while listening to the local classical-music station yesterday and today, there were the usual continual references to “giving thanks” and “expressing gratitude” and such-like shopworn homilies. Just par for the course on Thanksgiving weekend, naturally. Then it struck me: the radio personalities all being standard-issue, Mark-1 Mod-0 shitlibs, to Whom exactly might they be so piously urging one and all to “give thanks,” anyway?
I mean, being shitlibs, one can safely assume that they’re all standard-issue, Mark-1 Mod-0 atheists as well, no? A reflexive hostility towards Christianity and/or Orthodox Judaism is one of the identifying traits of their species, bred into the bone for these characters. Radical Islam is okay, of course. Maybe some bizarre, obscure offshoot of Buddhism. A self-righteous nod towards “spirituality,” the more nebulous and unspecific the better, will get you by in some quarters.
Whatevs. Yeah, give thanks, everybody, and for your many blessings be humbly grateful. To, say, your sister’s cat’s grandmother, I suppose. Or your “transgender” LGBTQXZFHMBK “husband,” who is currently great with y’all’s very first (non-binary) child.
Odd Thanksgiving for us this year. DIL has the virus, she’s doing just fine, not as bad as the flu she says. However, my son and the two grandchildren are doing the quarantine bit. My wife and I decide to go to the coast this year, and we expected one of the children’s families to come down. That didn’t happen because of work issues so here we are by our lonesome.
The two children’s families that are not quarantined spent the day together and we received a picture of the whole group sitting at the table and my comment was – “Rockwell”. It had the same feel as the iconic Rockwell picture.
Oh, and no diapers were present but one on the bottom of the littlest.