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.