Posted on 11/24/2011 11:59:19 AM PST by nickcarraway
Thanksgiving is upon us. I once loved this holiday above all others but no more.
The day was an excuse for a gathering of the clan, without religious significance or pressure to buy everybody a useless present.
It was essentially a festival of food.
In my family, the menfolk would assemble in the living room to argue politics or football. Meanwhile, the women, supervised by the oldest among them, would engineer the meal in the kitchen.
Wed all meet at the dining room table, representing as many as four generations, and conduct the ritual of the turkey.
Oh yes, there was turkey. And ham, perhaps, as well as mashed potatoes, yams, cranberry sauce, and thick, brown gravy.
At least thats the way it was at our house. Strays and friends orphaned by distance from their homes were always welcome. It was, as I said, my favorite holiday. Ozzie and Harriet would have been jealous.
Now, however, my wife and I have become vegans. Our Thanksgiving dinner will feature no turkey or ham. It will feature vegetables.
Thats what vegans eat vegetables. Nothing with a face, my stormtrooper vegan sister-in-law is fond of saying.
Which is nice for the fish and fowl, but I feel terrible. Not having turkey at Thanksgiving is akin to an un-American activity. Even if historians arent certain that Miles Standish and his crew ate turkey on Thanksgiving, its a virtually sacred tradition in this country. How dare the vegan Mafia I live among undermine that noble tradition?
That argument has gotten me nowhere. Its for my own good, they tell me.
Theres no doubt I will enjoy the meal. I married a good cook from a family of good cooks. But still.
Its not the turkey, actually. Im not sure Ive ever eaten turkey except on Thanksgiving. Its the principle of the thing, a thread of memory that reaches back into childhood when you sat at the card-table adjoining the big table until youd reached a certain seniority. It was a big deal, moving to the big table.
It wouldnt have been such a big deal if what you found when you got there was broccoli.
I suppose well have meatless lasagna always a reliable substitute or some such. Tofu, maybe. Whoopee. (Tofu is a high-protein meat substitute made out of recycled newspapers.)
Im thinking of carving a turkey out of balsa wood as a centerpiece for the table. Or maybe one made of paper maché.
Or maybe I wont. Id be tempted to eat it.
But all is not lost. We still have the Thanksgiving tradition of giving thanks for our blessings. Religious people give thanks to their God, non-believers to the Unknowable Void that makes things happen for reasons of its own.
This year Im giving the Void thanks for the Republican slate of presidential hopefuls Mitt, Newt, Michele, Rick, Herman, and Barney Fife. (Oops, sorry Mr. Paul. That was a slip of the tongue. Happy holidays to you, sir.)
We poor ink-stained wretches are a lonely lot, sitting in our cell-like rooms, staring for hours on end at our computers, making things up. Its a hard job.
Candidates like the ones courting Republican voters cheer us up. Without them wed be reduced to writing about the balance of payments, the threat of a Greek economic collapse, or the latest Kardashian divorce.
Instead we get to glory in Herman Cains Herman Cainishness. Or Rick Perrys bizarre performance recently in New Hampshire, where he resembled the tipsy host of a childrens program, talking to 8-year olds.
As one blogger put it: The best case scenario is that he was drunk. The worst case is that he was sober, but drunk for all of his other appearances.
The Republicans are a gift that keeps on giving. Thank you GOP, from the bottom of my tofu-glazed heart.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Not defending the vegan crap but being an atheist doesn’t mean you’re left wing.
It’s part of the liberal religion. Vegans have taken their liberal worship to their eating. It makes them more liberal pure than non-vegan liberals or as the thugs call it, face eaters.
Happy Thanksgiving
His name could not be mentioned for decades after he left the Register.
Now he’s back and as stupid as ever.
Vegan/vegetarian
Old Indian way of saying “no good at hunting”
Envy Adams: Didn’t you know? Todd’s vegan.
[Todd flings Scott through a brick wall into an alleyway outside.]
Scott Pilgrim: [standing up.] Vegan?
Todd Ingram: It’s not really that big of a deal.
Scott Pilgrim: No kidding. Anyone can be vegan.
Todd Ingram: Ovo-lacto-vegetarian, maybe.
Scott Pilgrim: Ovo-what?
Todd Ingram: I partake not in the meat, nor the breastmilk, nor the ovum, of any creature with a face.
Envy Adams: Short answer: being vegan just makes you better than most people.
Todd Ingram: Bingo.
[Todd punches Scott and sends him, screaming, high into the air and out of sight.]
Stephen Stills: Hey, man, question: I always wondered, how does not eating dairy products give you psychic powers?
Todd Ingram: [rolls eyes.] Okay, you know how you only use ten percent of your brain? That’s because the other 90 percent is filled with curds and whey.
Kim Pine: [dismissive.] Did you learn that at vegan academy?
Todd Ingram: Go ahead and get snippy, baby, but if you knew the science, maybe I’d listen to a word you’re saying.
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