The 2020 Thanksgiving Column
Your author will be the first to admit that 2020 has been one of the strangest and possibly the most alarming years in memory. And, this is coming from a man who has seen some doozies this past decade or so.
By way of a little recap, we’ve had, just since January:
- A surprise beating courtesy of Iran;
- A long-brewing financial and economic collapse;
- A fiat-fueled stock market rodeo roller coaster;
- The implementation of a long-planned civil lockdown and police state;
- The beginnings of a civil war, started by, of all things, a junkie’s overdose;
- The most peacefullest protests that ever ruined a series of cities;
- The essential ban on Amerikans visiting civilized nations;
- A presidential shitshow election like some lifetime pièce de résistance from Carlin;
- Halloween ALL DAMNED YEAR, doctors and bank robbers being the only costumes;
- The end of “live” sports and the Masters in November(!);
- Another predictable and predicted UGA “next year” season;
- Cumulative behaviors to vindicate the hardest-core preppers; and
- There was some sort of rumor about a cold bug coming out of a bat sandwich or something.
Yeah, so it’s been a little rough. And … Yours truly is happy about and thankful for all of it!
First, the shining independent, ordinary moments. I concluded, early, early this winter, my great experiment in public “school” education. I succeeded as they failed, confirmation of my grand theories. HOMESCHOOL!!! Then, almost out of the blue, Freedom Prepper returned with a vengeance. What started as old-school site work soon transformed into a budding media empire. I didn’t know it to start, but I have a video and podcast show, which now allows me direct interaction with the real American heroes out there. We also sell one hell of a coffee bean. TPC marches along, a bit slower than it did, but relentlessly. There’s a new project. Times being what they are, I keep writing fiction, lately venturing into the rewarding and imaginative world of the non-polemical. And, I have a new reason to love (South) Eastern Europe.
Now, here’s why I find satisfaction in the more tedious developments of this plague of an annum. Around twenty-five years ago, I suspected that things in my nation were going astray. I naturally figured this was some still-to-come distant unfolding, perhaps akin to something out of a dystopian novel. While I was a good two decades ahead of the curve – and many still don’t or can’t see a certain writing on a certain wall – I was a bit late in my realization. It wasn’t entirely my fault, as the America I thought I knew had essentially ceased to exist even before I was born. In life, such things happen. Fast-forwarding to more recent years, I began to notice serious structural problems here and there, more than a few trends, and I began to formulate theories (laughingly, I surmise escape plans might have been a better calculation, though there’s yet time for that – and, now, a destination). Bit by bit, I eased my way out of the mainstream and the popular (how it’s popular, I do not know) culture. After becoming what amounts to an extraverted hermit, I was given to second-guessing, as people sometimes are. 2020 cured that.
This was the first time, the first year that I called a new hoax in real-time. Others, to their great credit, have done the same. However, the great majority have done what great majorities are wont to do – falling hard and fully for whatever they’ve been told. Had everyone rejected the new lies from the same, usual lying sources, the past ten or eleven months would have been far smoother. “Smooth,” we know, does not necessarily equal “good.” But, instead, they followed the commands of their mid-witted-at-best and satanically-evil-at-worse leaders and betters and influencers (whatever the hell those are) and led us down the COVIDian path to the present.
I have made the right calls! Knowing my road lies apart from the bulk and that I will never sink to their worldview or fearful reactionary existence has freed me in a wonderful, gratifying manner. While I love (many of) them, I have almost nothing in common with the preponderance of the people. And while I really and truly wish them well, as well as their ways will allow them to accomplish, I see no need to continue a pointless association. We’re parting ways, with or without any real separation, and we will all be the better and the happier for it. At least, I will. Hell, I already am! And, for this great confirmation, I owe much to the year of the lord of this earth, Corona 2019+1. Never did the words of Saint Paul the Apostle ring truer: “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV). In all things, especially those things that might appear harsher or more difficult, give thanks.
And so I do!
In advance, I’m already giving thanks for what comes next year and in those soon to follow. As America, my home, was upended and diluted, so too will be the United States polity. The process, already in progress, will be challenging, but the longer and more arduous the walk, the better the scenery, right? As many lives become more complicated, I’d like mine to simplify even further. As dystopia unfolds, let new novels be written. As the more lies are told, so let the search for truth continue. And, for what it’s worth, I’m most happy to know who’s been behind the tumult and who’s abetted him and them.
We, meaning me, you the heritage Westerns, and all the rest, have our work, differing or similar, cut out for us. Let’s meet it head-on. Let’s start by being as thankful as once were the sons and daughters of England in the New World. May Peace be upon you.
RUN!!! Or Walk: A Thanksgiving Tradition
It was a cold New England morning, maybe around 5 or 5:30 AM. I was up because I’m always up at that time. And, the time was on my mind. I knew that shortly the womenfolk and children would awake, start making noise, and then head down to Main Street a little after 7. They did. And, per my sad usual habit, I merely saw them off. Yes, I shared a parting Mimosa and gifted a gruff “get out of here!” but I had missed another one. I missed all of them. Every year.
Just today (today being Sunday, the 24th), I was reminded by the Andover Townsman that Thursday plays host to the 32nd Annual Feaster Five Road Race in Andover. The Townsman warns: “It’s that time of year, when certain Thanksgiving guests arrive with a boxed Table Talk apple pie and a hearty appetite. They’re hungry after a long run.” Yep, it’s the same race and pie scene Big Tom dodged in chapter twelve of THE SUBSTITUTE. I’m not sure about him, but I almost wish I had ventured out for just one.
The Race Home Site proclaims, honestly: “The Feaster Five Thanksgiving Day Road Race in Andover, MA has been a Merrimack Valley tradition since 1988. At 10,000 participants, it is one of the largest races in Massachusetts and one of the largest Thanksgiving day races in New England.”
Turkey. It’s what’s for leftovers for a week.
This week’s feature column will deal with Thanksgiving and running. Look forward to it! And, ironically, within the past two weeks, I’ve spoken with both an orthopedic doctor and a former Olympic track athlete – and we all agree that WALKING is just as effective as running and much easier on the knees. Know that.
Here we go:
Happy Turkey Day: Ranking the Generations
Happy Thanksgiving, America! Or Thanksgiving Week, whichever it happens to be. As we gather with assorted friends, relatives, and other annoying, stinking like three-day-old dead fish loved ones, let’s us analyze them by chronological category, politically, psychologically, and philosophically. For the Farcebookers and TeeVee watchers, now might be a good time to return to loftier observations. I hear Big Bird is rounding Columbus Circle to West 59th right about now…
[Big Bird Picture]…
Bobbing Towards Gomorrah. Picture from someone’s Pinterest.
Here follows a brief examination of the (mostly) living US generations, ranked and sorted by your hard-laboring, long-suffering National Affairs Meddler and Chief Prognosticator. I got ‘em all down, from best to worst. The determination dates are all mine, based upon popular assessments. As with nearly all of my work, this one is geared toward actual Americans, as would have been so-considered circa 1964. Civ-natties, equality freaks, Jordan Peterson cultists, and others of low intellect and poor breeding are hereby advised to retreat to the bloating comfort of all those leftovers.
Now, shall we?
Generation X (1965 – 1979)
It’s not just that this is my generation, though that does provide some clarity. We had The Dukes of Hazzard, Pac-Mac, and The Empire Strikes Back. I rest my case. We, and the older generations, had some wacky ways. Our styles – bell bottoms, popped collars, wide ties, big hair, high-tops, and Madras shorts – were a little out there, a little silly upon retrospective review. But, at least they were styles. The new vogue of the nation involves rolling out of bed, throwing on a garbage bag, and sloughing off to nowhere while munching from a big bag of Cheetos.
Seriously, we are the last generation of what might be properly deemed “real” Americans. We are the last to grow up in and experience the fading glory of the remnants of the Old Republic. Early on, we were derided as jaded and disinterested slackers. But, really, how the hell else should we have been? We were the first generation to feel the full brunt of the hideous social and economic experiments of our predecessors. The first in post-Christian Amerika. The first with intentionally, deliberately failed schools. The first with money completely debased. The first under total governance. The last generation of traditional Americans in the new Amerikan Babel.
A very merry Thanksgiving to you all!
For fun discussion around the turkey table, consider inquiring as to the general sense of whether the ongoing invasion at the US southern border is that, or if it is “immigration.” See what people think, if at all.
If need be or if this “nation of immigrants” bullshit appears like so much spilled dressing and gravy, remind them about some of the earliest American experiences with ungrateful imports. Speak, if you know, about the Polish and German industrial specialists, foolishly brought over in 1607 (8?), and how they IMMEDIATELY turned on their English hosts, taking sides with and arms to the Indians of Virginia.
For extra fun, should any school children be present, ask them to name that settlement. Ask them with experimental colony preceded it in the 16th century.
Give thanks. You, lucky American, have a veritable time machine trip back to the 5th century. Make the most of it.
Then, prepare to go stimulate that economy. The circulars herald big screen junk on low credit terms.
Those of you running the Feaster Five, right now, … ouch! Hope that pie and hoodie was worth the frostbite.
UPDATE: It’s nice to see Google is thinking about the poor, hungry politicians this Thanksgiving:
Let them eat d-CON…
Happy Thanksgiving, America and all!
A little Arlo Guthrie for the day:
Christmas Tie Season looms large….