Night of the Evil Butterball

The greasy-lipped masters have to be laughing like hell as they reach across their table of plunder and rip off another drumstick… [More]

That links to my traditional Thanksgiving essay, first posted in 2000.

May your day be as filled with gratitude and love as much as mine has always been, and blessedly free from stupid people with no manners.

Night of the Evil Butterball

The greasy-lipped masters have to be laughing like hell as they reach across their table of plunder and rip off another drumstick… [More]

That links to my traditional Thanksgiving essay, first posted in 2000. This year, WarOnGuns Correspondent Michael G provides an addendum:

LA Times Op-Ed: This Thanksgiving, Honor Turkeys By Not Eating Them [More]

While others bent on destroying our culture and imposing their rule do their utmost to contaminate everything with their filth and make the feast of freedom unpalatable.

And, of course, Moms Demand You be Miserable.

Their word “frustrated” tells you all you need to know.

Fortunately, no one in my family is a loud, obnoxious, divisive, and most of all oblivious useful idiot. I have a feeling those who don’t have a castrated milquetoast to henpeck will be enduring their eating disorders while seething with their cats.

Let them all seethe in impotent rage.

As for my brothers and sisters in freedom, may you have as much to be thankful for as I do. Have a blessed Thanksgiving. Now go enjoy the day.

UPDATE

This is the way I “honored” my turkey. And none of us were miserable because my family and circle of friends are mercifully free of crazy commie nonsense bellyachers.

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