We are plagued this season, as Thanking God the year 2013,
i.e. 20-13 for luck, THIRD MILLENIUM, has brought a promise of questionable
datums. I mean, really….we naturally, as
each year, expect bounty, harvest, perhaps a few tears of joy, a new car, and
thanksiiving for the many gifts we receive throughout the year, the hope, the
faith, the ability, the first world status, the trust it truly is. I remember the loyalty my own kindergarten
teacher put into me toward believing the American Way--for discovering an
equation for freedom, for giving life a chance in a new world, away from
hostility, away from mistrust, away from plague, disease, death, torture. We give grace and remember in our hearts the
very reasons we ourselves are grateful for our lives here on this planet we
call the Earth.
The irony to which I am alluding here, however distasteful,
is to the failure this year to diminish the contact. We lost last Christmas when giving became a
myth, and life itself seemed to revolve around the destruction of any mention
of Andy Jo in our lives. New Haveners
winced and scolded, the newspapers blamed and ran heart attack attempts, CEO's
around the country tried to issue psoriasis through satellites they put up, and
people in "regular" America wept at the force of danger,
hopelessness, and hate pervading their blessed nativity setups and children's
hours. What cursed blasphemy--what
harmful psychosis--what detriment to the Christian faith upon which freedom our
country and the holiday it was celebrating caused. What detriment.
The FBI was called.
It did not respond. The local
police were notified. They did not
respond. The President was
notified. No one was capable of
defeating the C's ethos, or really very willing to challenge it. I mean, look at your own opinions of Andy Jo
and how they've improved. Somebody's
lying about our philosophy, and somebody's lying about our faith.
Thanksgiving this year at your place? We watched as the Presidential visit to the
Jo-ster was changed to a gunman's tirade.
We watched as the military inserted yet another penis into the vagina
they planted on Mr. Jo. We watched as
Yalies everywhere tried to destroy his kidney and the New York Times "progressed" to a
splurt on his chest every time he decided.
We don't think we're thankful--Andy Jo certainly isn't. And I for one am ashamed to be in a wer zone
country with idiots who can't run themselves any more than they can run a
mainstream leadership network. This is
fucking Thanksgiving in Iraq more than in America.
Leftists are one thing.
Rightists another. Fighting is
for the military, and destruction for anyone the New York Times deems unhealthy
enough to support targets. We live in an
inferior society due to the contact and the pickup hate it has spurred, AND
CONTINUES, to spur unfortunately enough for class. We wince our own damn selves as hit after hit
arrives on our man Jo and his relates, and we scold ourselves for not acting
sooner as we figure it out today. The
government we have counted on for hundreds of years shows itself to be inept
bounty hunters, and the media network it corruptedly supports in pole
position. Whatever sanity we have left
after listening to you people is wasted on deciding whether we ourselves are
weak enough to cut our own toenails "Dingy"-style.
So let's eat our turkey in health "though"--to
ourselves and our loved ones--that is, if we're not a Jo with none; and let's
try and forget that we watch a grown man shit every morning with the hope that
it will brighten our American prospects in the global manner. Let's hope we figure out just what the fuck
is wrong with ourselves and with our land that Thanksgiving this year is not
much more than a hypocritical farce.
Let's drive now, pay later. And
when we figure out Andy Jo's right, let's hope he's not dead and our homes and
universe with it, because without the contact I kind of like the place just
fine. Let's unite against tyranny and
figure out that the wicked community can just kill themselves, because we whole
people just plain don't like them in power.
Let's priase God like we're supposed to, and be grateful for the support
networks we have now, and can merge with in the future. Let's build things now that DON'T suck, that
DON't harm, and DON'T support disease and dorkhood, but collaborate our futures
for hope, success, health, and myrrh forever.
Let's be grateful for ourselves like the media and the military just
never let us. Let's not fuck ourselves
into a life prison sentence just because our face looks good in some
half-witted tv program anyhow. And let's
raise a toast to health ourselves.
Because that's what God gave us on Thanksgiving, and that's what we need
today more than ever really to save us--and that rascally Andy Jo that is.
So call me a sinner if that's your two. Call me a dork if want to leave me
alone. And call me a savior if you
actually have a mind. Because the C don't. And America don't. And the media don't. But anyone with half a brain really does, and
that's more exactly what we should expect.
So have yourselves a safe a wonderful Thanksgiving, oppose the contact
too, and don't neglect the stuffing, as that's always the best part of
things. And enjoy your Christmas this
year well, because hopefully the hate crimes will be over, and we can all be
glad Jesus saved us instead of wishing Andy Jo would just fall and hit his head
on an ambulance. Thank you for our
world, and thank you for you. And thank
you for reading. And blessing. God sure
loves you and I do too. Live well and
prosper, and take time for yourselves and your loved ones, bcause that's what's
important. Be kind, love others. Live well.
Live happy. In Christ's name and
Amen. Amen. --IX
