I was roused from my slumbers by the bombastic buzz of my alarm, I could already smell a delicious aroma from the kitchen, someone was making toast. When I got there it turned out to be the turkey cooking so I had to make my own toast.
I hope no one ever asks me any questions about Thanksgiving. Really because I am so confused by this holiday.
I mean shouldn't we be thankful everyday? There are so many thing to be thankful for. Some things that are huge, like the love of family and friends, freedom,and microwave ovens, and some things not so much like candy corn, comfortable broken in shoes and pens that are not out of ink.
And having Native American ancestors, am I not rooting for the wrong side when I celebrate Thanksgiving? This has always made the celebrating of Thanksgiving problematic. I am so glad i gave up being a vegetarian, because that would make another conflict of conscience.
I watched South Park the other day, and that philosopher of the lunch line Eric Cartman, has made everything clear to me. Why didn't I think of it before, of course the History Channel would have the answers I needed. And Cartman had found it for me. Stuffing and possibly Thanksgiving itself were inventions of Extraterrestrials! So I scoff at those who complain that there is very little history on the History Channel, they had enough to answer some of my persistent questions.
