On The Meaning Of The Holiday

So one time in Europe, some Christians got super tired of being persecuted by the Slightly Different Christians, so they got in boats and sailed to America. As it turns out, they were pretty bad at finding food and were about to starve but the Native Americans showed up and were like "Here's hella corn" and it turned out okay. So fast forward through the near genocide of said Native Americans and the American Revolution and the Hyphy Movement and eventually you get to present day, where we get work off for Thanksgiving. And I wanted to speak, in my own way, about what the holiday means.

Thanksgiving is a time when we all get to slow down, gather close with family or friends, call to mind the blessings we have, and quit being assholes. 

So maybe you don't get work off and you hate your job? Quit being an asshole. You have a job. People are giving you money, and have agreed to do so on a continual basis. Not everyone can say that.

Or maybe you don't have a job, and you're stuck at home doing nothing? Quit being an asshole. You're inside of a home. That is a glorious, baffling status symbol to some people in the world. You are sheltered. The weather can change, and it doesn't effect you. You are nearly invincible to mother nature.

So your family interactions are awkward and strained? Quit being an asshole. You have family that's still alive. Also they like you enough to cook you food, and presumably enough to pretend to like you during the holiday.

So there's a bunch of food and now you have to workout cuz you think your'e fat? Quit being an asshole. There's like a billion people dying of the opposite problem.

Now of course, I'm not saying everyone's an asshole. I but think most of us can be, some times, in some ways, myself included. Not always in action, but in attitude. I'm a lucky bastard in most respects, and to be anything less than grateful makes me a snotty little brat. And yes, kind of an asshole. But on Thanksgiving, I stuff my mouth with food, and I cut that shit out.

This may be an overly glib way of looking at a beautiful thing (but if you haven't noticed, that's kind of my shtick).

Happy Thanksgiving!