Anyone else amazed by how many “Black Friday*” sales are not only starting before Black Friday but ending before as well?
*For my friends outside to the USofA Black Friday is traditionally the day after thanksgiving** and is historically the first day of the Christmas shopping season.
**Thanksgiving is the holiday in the United States traditionally thought of a day of peace and family love started by the original colonizers…eh…I mean pilgrims when they were rescued from starvation…..ehh…I mean shared a meal with the Native peoples of North America misidentified as Indians by Columbus when he got lost and landed on an island in the Caribbean but thought he had landed in India.
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I am starting a personal Thanksgiving tradition of watching Native American comic Charlie Hill.
One of his jokes goes like this, “My name is Charlie Hill. Sekoli. I’m Oneida. I’m from Wisconsin—it’s part of the Iroquois Nation. My people are from Wisconsin. We used to be from New York. We had a little real estate problem.”
Thank you stopping by and commenting. I will have to check him out. My family tradition is basically non holiday in nature. It seems the actual point of most holidays, the symbolic meaning of the, has been lost. Of course that also if one overlooks the truth of where these holidays came from…..
There’s much injustice in so many people having to choose between which necessity of life they can afford — nutritious food or shelter? Meanwhile, the more that giant-grocer corporations and corporate officers make, all the more they irresistibly want to and likely will make next quarter. It’s never enough.
We also see this notably appalling reality through the proliferating over-reliance on food banks. Unmet food needs that are exacerbated by unrelenting food-price inflation, while corporate profits and payouts to CEOs correspondingly inflate.
I’d personally be quite willing to consistently say grace every day of every year if everyone on Earth had enough clean, safe drinking water and nutritional food to maintain a normal, healthy life. I’d also be pray-fully ‘thankful’ if every parent of a seriously ill child would be spared losing them.
Since societally we’re clearly failing that, the following rhyme is for the growing number of people for whom there’s nothing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day, or any other day of the year:
Oh pass me the holiday turkey, peas
and the delicious stuffing flanked
by buttered potatoes with gravy
since I’ve said grace with plenty ease
for the good food received I’ve thanked
my Maker who’s found me worthy.
It seems that unlike the many of those
in the unlucky Third World nation
I’ve been found by God deserving
to not have to endure the awful woes
and the stomach wrenching starvation
suffered by them with no dinner serving.
Therefore hand over to me the corn
the cranberry sauce, fresh baked bread
since for my grub I’ve praised the Lord
yet I need not hear about those born
whose meal I’ve been granted instead
as they receive naught of the grand hoard.
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