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On this most special of fucking holidays, dedicated to the memory of a bunch people that found it by accident, oppressed an entire continent, calling the native inhabitants Indians for hundreds of years, and the slave owners that would later settle here in the name of freedom, let us give thanks for all that we have and not be fucking ungrateful for whatever pieces of happiness we've managed to collect over the years.
So, as we sit on our collective asses surrounded by friends and family, putting ourselves in food comas and reinforcing the old stereotype of exactly how fucking fat Americans are to the rest of the world, don't forget what's truly important and worth every motherfucking second of your consideration. Whatever/whomever that may be.
And when you awake later today, covered in a fine layer of shame glaze, just so you can go pick at leftovers and make empty fucking promises to yourself about how you're gonna go for a jog or to the gym this weekend to make up for this ( who the fuck are you trying to kid ) after you be a good little consumerist whore on the holiest of fucking shopping days tomorrow, keep in mind that the spirit of the season is all around you, recognize that it's about so much more than the history, parades, or food, and that Target opens at midnight.
Have a Happy Fucking Thanksgiving
On this most special of fucking holidays, dedicated to the memory of a bunch people that found it by accident, oppressed an entire continent, calling the native inhabitants Indians for hundreds of years, and the slave owners that would later settle here in the name of freedom, let us give thanks for all that we have and not be fucking ungrateful for whatever pieces of happiness we've managed to collect over the years.
So, as we sit on our collective asses surrounded by friends and family, putting ourselves in food comas and reinforcing the old stereotype of exactly how fucking fat Americans are to the rest of the world, don't forget what's truly important and worth every motherfucking second of your consideration. Whatever/whomever that may be.
And when you awake later today, covered in a fine layer of shame glaze, just so you can go pick at leftovers and make empty fucking promises to yourself about how you're gonna go for a jog or to the gym this weekend to make up for this ( who the fuck are you trying to kid ) after you be a good little consumerist whore on the holiest of fucking shopping days tomorrow, keep in mind that the spirit of the season is all around you, recognize that it's about so much more than the history, parades, or food, and that Target opens at midnight.
Have a Happy Fucking Thanksgiving
