As the president and the moral majority who have set up shop in this country
slide on to the dinner table for Thanksgiving, I wonder what God thinks
while casting his eye on that scum. There they all are sitting around a
table filled with multiples of the oversized portions the obese average
American’s daily meals already consist of, and then they have the fucking
nerve to start praying and giving thanks.

Usually the table elder puts his game-face on and asks the holiday family
and friends gathered around the yams, honey-baked hams, dinner rolls and
cranberries, to join hands. Next, the group embarks on a spiritual journey
of prayer that covers bountiful treasures, rich harvests, pilgrims, blessed
health, beloved and departed ones, and of course a “special thank you” for
the matriarch who has been mano a mano with the main course - a
bird - since daybreak.

This all sounds good and well, and just might satisfy the average person’s
notion of family values, but what lies beneath is akin to heresy of
staggering proportions. After all, when saying grace, we acknowledge God
for being the higher power, the originator, the one who brings us life.
Yet, what the common man pays homage to on this day, the Thanksgiving mascot
, a turkey, has become a casualty of such willful and corrupted desecration
by morally depraved producers and blissfully ignorant consumers joined in a
pact of hypocrisy not seen since the days of “wir haben es nicht gewust”,
that man ought not to be “thanking God” for the “bountiful harvest on the
table” but instead should lower his head in shame and humbly ask for
forgiveness for having the arrogance to believe that man is entitled to deny
one of God’s creatures the basics of existence and instead alter life into a
hormone and antibiotic laden commodity so that we all can enjoy the average
person’s portion of 1.7 Lbs. of “pure” white meat on this special day.

Family values. Whose family?