Let's stop a moment to reflect what this holiday is really about. Pilgrims from England came over and had no idea how to farm the land and how to survive the winter. The Native Americans helped them out. Unbeknownst to the Native Americans, helping the English settlers survive in the New World was their death knell.
So much for being kind.
When was the last time you saw this holiday in it's original depiction? The whole aspect of Native Americans helping out those who eventually annihilated them is completely swept over by sappy images of happy family dinners and the oh-so-annoying advertisements for Black Friday sales to follow.
I know blacks get all the sympathy and media coverage. However, the Native Americans are the ones who really deserve an apology and reparations. The problem is that Native Americans today are so inbred with European settlers we don't know where one ethnicity ends and the other begins.
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On a completely different note, I have my 22 pound turkey ready to roast. I do love Thanksgiving despite my acidic rants about the origin of the holiday. It's the only holiday where it's all about the FOOD. This year the expected crowd is in limbo as there have been some serious health issues with one of our very good friends (along with their family) who usually join us.
At a minimum there will be six of us. At a maximum there will be 16. Either way, there will be plenty of turkey and the trimmings to go around. I may be doing meal delivery Thanksgiving depending on the health status of BR and his family.
Hey, I will be Meals On Wheels for those who are housebound.
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