I wanted to write something for Thanksgiving. I didn’t want to pollute the holiday with doom and gloom but in the present debased state of the world we find ourselves in I was unsure if I could find something fitting. However, that’s just the doom and gloom speaking. Most of us have many blessings to be thankful for. For myself I have children and grandchildren and a wonderful wife (don’t let Camera Girl know I said that) and have had enormous good fortune over the course of my life. If at this stage I no longer live in a free country, well, I’ll have to figure that out. My ancestors lived in a gangster state and they managed to live and raise their families. True, they left for a better place but they had had their lives in the old country and despair wasn’t part of it.
Well, we’ll have to find our way in these troubled times. And we will. From my point of view either there will be a revolt against the madness or I’ll need to find a better place. Maybe the revolt will only be a self-segregation of the normal people maintaining a society of sanity embedded in a matrix of lunacy. Maybe the Red States will become free or maybe they’ll loosen the Union enough to allow us to live our own way. Or maybe it’ll all go to hell and I’ll get the hell out. But whichever way it goes despair is a stupid, weak reaction.
I’ll do whatever has to be done for me and mine and I’ll look for good people wherever I can find them. What I won’t do is pledge allegiance to the gangsters who’ve taken over the government and all the other institutions and tried to make me say that “two plus two equals five.” This may be the richest place on earth but I am not afraid to live in a poorer place if it lets me think for myself. Besides, this place is quickly turning into a third world banana republic. That should make it that much easier to reform it or that much easier to leave.
So, there’s my crazy message of hope on Thanksgiving. I am thankful that God has blessed me with great wealth, the people I love. And he gave me a great gift of being able to see clearly what is around me and knowing the difference between what is real and what is imaginary. And at dinner I’ll enjoy my overpriced turkey dinner with my family and I’ll enjoy myself for a day before getting back to thinking of how to navigate in the madhouse that is Dementia Joe’s America.
Have a happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your time with those you love and eat some fattening food and laugh and talk and make plans for Christmas and buy some overpriced gifts for the kids. Do all the fun things we used to do when this was still America. There’s plenty of time next week for gloom and doom. But don’t let it get to you. We’ll figure something out for ourselves and one day we’ll leave the lunatics behind and build a better world for us and ours.