First of all, Happy Thanksgiving to you, World. Rich or poor, happy or sad, overweight or skeletal, boy or girl, old fashioned or whipper-snapper, carnivore or herbivore, no matter what country you hail from, what mode of transportation you prefer (let’s go bicycles), what attire you may be wearing, what style of hair you think is the coolest, or what your favorite band may be. Happy Frappy to you all. Happy Birthday to some, and Happy Little Friday to all of us.
While the Americans may be celebrating the fact that they found some land and ate turkey with the people who lived there first, I love this holiday for another reason.
Call me sentimental, but as the tons of turkey and stuffing settle in my stomach, my head spinning from wine and trifle, I can’t think of a better holiday on this or any calender.
We’ve got the Christian holidays, the Jewish – heck, all of the religious ones.  The crazy patriotic oh my god my country is so cool that we close our banks on these days ones.  Birthdays.  Shopping days. The ever present greeting card holidays.  C’mon, Thanksgiving kicks the stuffing out of all of these “events”.  Right in the freakin’ gobbler.

No gift giving, no church versus church division or competition, no preconcieved notions of ANY kind except good quality Food with your good quality Folks.  And what the shit could be better than that.

I love food.  I love my peeps.  I love drinking and laughing and flurching and wearing funny gold crowns made of paper.

So, World, I hope you are having a good day, no matter what you believe or eat or drive or earn.

I can hear the Dude saying, “That’s just like, your opinion, man.”

And we’d both be right.