Oh, Bejesus!
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:
Don’t Just Give Thanks. Pay Your Blessings Forward
“You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you odd.”
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Tonight’s musical offering:
The Allman Brothers Band – In Memory of Elizabeth Reed ( At Fillmore East, 1971 )
Photo by Ekaterina Novitskaya on Unsplash
Dispatches from the Asylum 
“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 faint odor of excrement emitting from the very young ones tends to put a bit of a damper on taking a second helping.”
Reminds me of this:
“I love children, if they are prepared properly.” WC Fields
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A little WC Fields humor is always good! Cheers!
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I’m gonna get the pity-party when I go in to work today. I suck at lying, so when people ask how it went, it’s going to be pathetically boring. Pumpkin pie and whipped cream for breakfast, building my new grill with the dogs outside with me, and a soy burger and broccoli and cheese for my big meal. No turkey anywhere on the premises. And because I wanted more time to learn about my grill before burning anything on it, I didn’t even think about bringing out the pork chops and other stuff I was gonna grill on that thing.
I’m gonna get people going “you could’ve come over to my place. We always have tons of food for Thanksgiving.” It’s not about that for me. It’s about family (which in my case is dogs, a bird, and a lotta fish right now) and maybe catching up on the phone. I hate feeling like an intruder in other people’s Thanksgivings. It’s also why I usually steer clear of weddings and other gathering places. When the only person you know is the host, and they’re too busy to socialize, then you feel like the oddball because you’re the stranger in the midst.
But better than the food is the conversation… most of the time (I agree about that). Adults don’t get a chance to just chat face to face very often. That’s one of the great things about Thanksgiving… by Christmas everybody’s sick of talking or being around each other!
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Splendid stuff there! Thank you for your offering. Cheers!
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