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“Are you stupid?” - some kid at Sears
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Who the hell's he talking to?No, this isn't about a stupid cell phone commercial where a chubby geeky guy walks around saying the stupid catch-phrase into a dummy phone. (Side…
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You know what's great about a weekday matinee movie? Not only is it cheaper but every once in a while, you can get the whole place to yourself.
It's…
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I have no ass. At all. I'm 35 and my ass has left me flatter than my mattress. It just took off one day without writing or saying goodbye....
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The First Knuckle Method.You've seen these people. We all have. The people that engage in some good old fashioned public booger mining.
That's my politically correct term for nose…
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BLT - hold the L and TI have two bosses, a 49-yr old Korean woman and an 86-yr old Jewish man. The woman is the caring, motherly type that treats…
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One for every mood.All men eventually experience that first time in the condom aisle. Be it in the local drug store or the 7-11 down the street, we've all had…
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Growing up, I had what I affectionately called "Fat Boy Asthma." Whenever I would play sports, I had trouble breathing. I never experienced an attack for no reason like most…
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The world is an amazing place. Doctors and scientists find cures for diseases every day. We communicate through tiny waves sent to space in spectrums that we can neither see…
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My normal breakfast consists of scarfing down a Pop Tart on my way to the office in the morning. Usually because I'm too lazy to fix something healthy to eat.
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I did it. Despite the advice of a trusted movie friend, I watched the musical, Across The Universe. This was a leap for me, you see, because other than Grease,…
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Written by Ross Cavins
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Wednesday, 21 November 2007 01:30 |
 The Thanksgiving Feast. Officially, in America, November 22 is Thanksgiving Day this year (always the 4th Thursday in November). A national holiday where the government shuts down and most everyone gathers with family to over-eat and nap and watch football. It's the day we recognize for giving thanks.
So personally, I'd like to give a shout-out to all the Native Americans (read: Indians) and thank them for sacrificing their way of life, their land and their lives so our great country could be born to police the world. Seriously, the feast at mid-day is supposed to mark the conclusion of harvest season. Yet here, we teach our children that it emulates the meal the Pilgrims shared with the Indians at Plymouth Rock in 1621. But if you think about it, doesn't it seem more like a slap in the face than a festive occasion?
We celebrate a peace offering lunch every year with paid time off and weekend sales. We call the day Thanksgiving and claim it's a day to give thanks for what we have. But in the beginning wasn't the whole idea of the day to celebrate peace with our Native American friends? Those guys at Plymouth Rock invited King Massasoit and his tribe to share in their three day feast. They meant well. Then our country screwed that idea when we proceeded to systematically exterminate the Indians' tribes and push them onto land that was virtually uninhabitable.
How did the hypocrites in the 1700s and 1800s even celebrate Thanksgiving? How could they not see the absurdity of the holiday while they continued their slaughter? And how could they thank God for their bounty?
When you sit down Thursday to that huge meal with all the fixin's, remember the real memory of Thanksgiving. Remember who gave us that corn (read: maize) that's on the table. When you say the blessing, remember all the history that happened to bring us to this point. Remember all the sacrifices made, willingly and unwillingly. And most of all, remember you have to get to Wal-Mart at 5 AM Friday morning before they run out of that Polaroid 42" LCD TV for $798.
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