... and giving thanks
Thanksgiving is the time of year when we can all give thanks for birth control. Really. Imagine how much more trying this annual family get-together might be with two hundred people at the table. Imagine how long it would take to pass the gravy. The "gravy boat" would have to be the size of an actual boat.
And the table would have to be extended to at least the next street. Maybe that's one reason 17th-Century Europeans decided to pack up the rental truck and move to North America -- there was a lot of room for bigger dinner tables. And a lot of turkeys. There still are a lot of turkeys, if you include the ones who are actually homo sapiens. In the 1600s oceans were also an effective tool for dividing large cell-block families into smaller, open units.
Our founding fathers might have made the turkey the national bird, if members of the Pennsylvania delegation hadn't objected that it would seem too much like eating Benjamin Franklin.
It's really not a healthy act, to eat your political leaders. Just ask the Republicans. Pretty soon eating your political leaders becomes a vicious cycle, and you can't stop wondering why you have no political leaders left. Just ask the Republicans.
In the US, having a celebration feast just a few weeks after electing a leader for the wilderness settlement, has always had its pitfalls. Pitfalls, with pit bulls digging pits of endless reconstruction of the income and the outcome.
But with all the energy and national currency now expended in characterizing what elections are about, the simple act of actually "voting" has begun to seem too undramatic to be American. When did Americans become such drama queens?
Maybe that's the point. Elections, like family get-together feasts, are now more about making big deal dramas out of everything, than they are about just dealing with what we've made, so we can all finally have dessert.
And speaking of just desserts -- it seems only right that Hostess, now, would finally go belly up, after doing that to the bodies of so many people.
But it's sad the national chain of bakeries that gave the world Twinkies, Snow Balls and Ding Dongs, will stop being there, for the world, when we could really use "a little sugar."
2012-11-22 08:46:26 (379 words)
Thanksgiving present from link at @PattyArquette
, a Laura Marling song "Tap At My Window"
with lyrics here