Seems just like yesterday when that hardy band of Pilgrims celebrated the first Thanksgiving four hundred years ago, yep, 1620, or in Joe Biden math 16,200,000! I don't know if they read from the Palmists or not. Again, we need to ask Beijing Biden to enlighten us.
All around us the powers-that-be told us to keep the festivities on the dour side; YouTube regaled us with the sufferings of Native Americans who have nothing for which they can express thanks. Well, then I guess I shouldn't ask that of the local Lumbee Nation which went overwhelmingly for Donald Trump and his America First message . . . TV ads showed lonely looking grandparents staring wistfully at their grandkids, mixed race, of course, over Zoom or Face Time or whatever other technology is being pushed to keep us atomized.
We were told to keep gatherings small, and how to serve the meal to avoid spreading of the deadly COVID virus (which has a survival rate of nearly 100%) and how we should all wear masks . . . right. We didn't do any of that. I am glad to report that we had a very nice traditional Thanksgiving at one of my sons' homes in Raleigh. No neighbor counted up the number of cars in the driveway and out front, and called in the sheriff. Why? Simple. All the neighbors were doing likewise.
The main topic of discussion, of course, was the non-election. We all agreed that if President Trump manages to defeat the Demo-Commie power grab/coup, he should immediately launch criminal investigations into the elections in all fifty states, gut the worthless FBI, DOJ, State, and CIA, and take a long hard look at the senior civilian and military ranks of the DOD. Section 230 immunity for the tech bastards should be annulled; let them fend for themselves in the courts. And so on: you get the drfit of the conversation.
OK. Just picked up the three big dogs from the boarding kennel and they look hungry. Not allowed to have a hungry dog in my house.