Pagan Thanksgiving
So what's a pagan thankful for? My good friend charlesdog has emerged from his blogging hiatus to pen a few thoughts:
I never really used to like Thanksgiving. I mean I like to eat good food and sometimes throw back a few cold ones, but I just didn’t get what the big deal was about it. I think that part of it had to do with my smug liberal intellectual complex. But then again, maybe I had a point. I mean we thanked the Indians by killing them and taking their land, and then created a Holiday celebrating that. It sounds like a cruel joke.I like charlesdog, because he's always honest about what he's thinking. Great to have you back online, man, and even nicer to be included in your list (I know, no one will be able to find me in the list, I'm sure). Sorry I missed your call on Thursday. I feel like I'm being a pretty sucky friend right now, with my nose in the books trying to finish everything that's due this coming Friday. 3 papers down, 1 to go (so the end is in sight). Rest assured, I'll be in touch soon...
But I think that at the end of the day, I used to not like Thanksgiving because I felt like I had nothing to be thankful for. I found it so corny how people would do all these cheesy ass testimonials about what they are thankful for. It would go something like, In these times, yadda yadda, at this time of year, yadda yadda, thankful, yadda yadda, our health, yadda yadda, friends, yadda yadda family. And now, it’s a cold day in hell, because I feel this certain urge to embrace the bask and glow of cheesy triteness.
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