The True Meaning of Thanksgiving

Whatever your opinion may be in regards to political correctness, I ask that you leave it at the door. I will most assuredly make some angry with this, but in truth I've never much thought of the opinions of others. Perhaps that makes me a terrible person, but I ask for nothing in return.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving... I think, I'm getting all my days screwed up. By the way, if you're reading this ON Thanksgiving then just assume I wrote it yesterday. Anyhow, I have a friend who is joining a Day of Mourning or some absurdly leftist sounding event like that. Essentially it is a day where hippies gather and mourn the death of Native Americans by the hands of the evil white men. If you can't tell by my name, I am one of those evil white men.

I am perfectly fine with them having their little protest and even trying to force it down our throats. I don't really care if they try to interrupt my fun, mostly because it will be impossible to do that. Tomorrow I will be eating a nice, juicy turkey leg while watching Tony Romo FINALLY act like he knows how to play football. I'll be half drunk, my face will run scarlet, and I will watch in awe at the Macy's Day Parade.

For me, Thanksgiving has absolute nothing to do with the early settlers, it does not involve Native Americans or their genocide, and it certainly has no room for people who feel sorry for themselves. It is a holiday where you bask in the enjoyment of being an American. You are free to do as you will, and to some that means ruining the days of others. To me, however, the meaning of Thanksgiving is simple: I am happy to be alive!

-Irish

P.S.: HAPPY THANKSGIVING!