the native american me detests thanksgiving…the pagan me embraces the opportunity to share a harvest meal w/ friends and family and to reflect on our blessings…we make a huge meal for all of our friends stationed where we are and who can’t go home for leave. we take plates to watchstanders who have to work. it’s a lot of fun!

That is so awesome — sharing the harvest AND taking care of the important people in your lives, especially the ones who can’t be with their own families. You go! :) (And you summed up the ideas behind my above incoherent rambling much better than I did. ::worships:: :)

by matttbastard

With five simple words and a funky beat, this classic MC 900 Ft Jesus track perfectly sums up the ‘War On Christmas Thanksgiving,’ aka the manufactured wingnut outrage du jour.
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Further, school is for teaching, not cultural indoctrination. We can pretend that settlers and Native populations got along just dandy, and we can also teach students that slavery was a real hoot for African Americans, that Japanese internment was kinda like camping, and European Jews didn’t mind being relocated to their own special neighborhoods — that doesn’t make it so.

But…but…but…the poor little darlings’ cannot take the truth!!! Can’t we all just pretend all is dandy for the sake of our darling children?!! Our fragile babies’ psyches are such that we need to micromanage everything they do and learn right into the college/university years and beyond!!!

/snk

so, if school is for comforting lies, and we can teach kids the truth when they grow up, how do we undo the damage done by ignorance? by not teaching tolerance and respect, we leave the doors wide open for hate. or, did i miss something? is hate a family value served w/ mashed potatoes now?

Still, I’m having trouble thinking of a holiday for which a child would be enlisted to do much of anything except show up, with the exception of Christmas (you have to open stuff) and Easter (those eggs won’t find themselves).

Okay, reading it again, it seems to be a childhood memory, so it’s unlikely he *would* have been enlisted to cook, but surely an adult man can understand that dinner does not just magically appear on the table, and the table doesn’t just magically get cleared.

Wait wait wait. You mean real life isn’t like Harry Potter, where the dinner just shows up?

Oh wait, even that was reveled to be not true, seeing as there were eleves slaving to get it cooked and ready. See, food can never just appear and then clear itself up magically. Even in the magical world.

Okay, reading it again, it seems to be a childhood memory, so it’s unlikely he *would* have been enlisted to cook, but surely an adult man can understand that dinner does not just magically appear on the table, and the table doesn’t just magically get cleared.

Clearly, this was written by a man who’d never mashed a turnip in his life.