Wednesday, November 23, 2005

'Tis The Season To Be Cranky

And so it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut might say. Every year around this time the really serious moonbats come out of their cave to rain on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, if I may attempt to be clever. Seems like the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas will be full of more of the same goofballs fighting your favorite holiday traditions. They're almost becoming a holiday tradition themselves, aren't they?

My Thanksgiving tradition used to be dinner with my Mom's huge family as well as dinner with my Dad's huge family and separate days. Board games, playing in the barn, seeing my dozens of cousins, lots and lots of excellent food. Ah, I miss those days. Since joining the Navy, Red and I have had to start our own traditions. Every year, we try to invite as many of the single junior officers as are interested (occassionally sailors, too, but they're not always comfortable around a bunch of off-duty officers) and cook dinner for our friends. We get lucky sometimes and family will come to us as well; this year, my step-brother will be joining us, along with some of his friends.

If there's one thing the moonbats can't stand, it seems to be tradition. They like to think up new ways to piss in your corn flakes every year, and cook up new reasons for self-loathing. For example, today's Opinion Journal explains how new childrens' literature is aimed at getting kids to become vegetarians, and feel bad about enjoying themselves:
Getting children to root for the underdog is of course nothing new. Getting children to see the sinister slaughterhouse behind a holiday tradition has about it the whiff of propaganda. It's the sort of low-level, hearts-and-minds, counterculture didacticism that today saturates so many books for children, whether the goal is to normalize Heather's two mommies, show dads in aprons or make sure that every depiction of a group of children includes every possible skin color.

Yet another Thanksgiving grinch, University of Texas at Austin Professor Robert Jensen serves up a hearty helping of white guilt with moral superiority gravy. Mm-mmm!
One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.

Yes, you can bet I'll be thinking about all the Native Americans I'm responsible for killing while I watch Denver spank Dallas tomorrow afternoon. How can serious-minded adults reasonably suggest that today's Americans hold themselves responsible for the ignorance of our forefathers 400 years ago. Whose fault is it that European and indiginous cultures clashed to disastrous effect? No one that's alive today, that's who. If the Americans of today have any responsibility, it's to be better than that, because we have come so far since then. What's done is done and can't be changed.

For some more positive Thanksgiving reading, check out my LJ post from last year, "What Thanksgiving Is For", check out Rush Limbaugh's "The Real Story of Thanksgiving" and Ken Masugi's "Thanksgiving's Simple Meaning" (which has links to George Washington's establishment of the national holiday and Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving Day Proclamation in 1863).

UPDATE: Opinion Journal also has an article about the real first Thanksgiving: How the pilgrims made real progess, if you don't want to read Limbaugh's version, you can read and except of William Bradford's "History of Plimoth" there.

However you choose to spend it, Happy Thanksgiving!


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