Another Thanksgiving holiday celebrated here in the States has come and gone.
A time to share millions of germs with relatives is truly an enjoyable event.
At the Thanksgiving “celebration” attended, there were 12 adults and 13 children under the age of ten…and Jesus wept.
Many had just gotten over the flu. Many, no doubt, were carriers of the cold or the flu, and even one of the celebrants came down with the shit during mid turkey and gravy ingestion and had to go immediately, not to dessert, but to bed. Bloody hell!
Children under the age of 10 are a delight to observe and listen to, for about 10 minutes. After that, the screaming, the romping, the crying… more screaming and the occasional faint odor of excrement emitting from the very young ones tends to put a bit of a damper on taking a second helping.
Hand held radiation devices were all about, except for a span of about 10 minutes, when the adorable children were downstairs, leaving the 12 adults at the dinner table to do what is almost the unthinkable these days. Communicate with each other without a goddamn radiation device within reach.
10 minutes of laughter, of sharing memories, of just talking with beloved family. If I contract a cold or the flu from the germs shared during the gathering, those 10 minutes are what I will cherish from it all.
Beethoven was still composing on his deathbed. Flannery O’Connor was still corresponding with friends and loved ones just days before her death. “Just talking” with others is a dying ‘thing’. And yet, if we might just talk with each other, listen to each other, find the common ground between us all to understand that, yes, the psychopath’s of the government and media…and the corporate shysters and pharmaceutical fucks are only for their profit, at the hands of our demise, maybe…just maybe, the collective of everyday folks, will rise up and say…no more.
For more of an in-depth, and certainly more of a profound thought of what I can offer about all of the above, please consider reading the brilliant piece from John W. Whitehead:
“You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you odd.”
Tonight’s musical offering:
The Allman Brothers Band – In Memory of Elizabeth Reed ( At Fillmore East, 1971 )