Conversely, we are not defending our Thanksgiving dinner of raw pigeon from the cannibal mobs of a howling Malthusian wasteland, either, so there's that.
The president's wife, acting in her capacity as Marie Antoinette, suggested a family holiday feast featuring a main course of sanctimonious moralizing with partisan gravy and tone-deaf giblets:
“As you spend time with loved ones this holiday season, be sure to talk with them about what health care reform can mean to them,”Boy, I'll bet dinner table conversations with Michelle are just a laugh riot. Seriously, is there anyplace outside college Young Maoist's clubs where people actually talk like that? I'm beginning to feel sorry for Sasha and Malia; their dad seems like he can at least do normal human dad-type stuff okay, but I'm now almost certain that their mom would fail a Voight-Kampff test.
I'll be ignoring the wishes of FLOTUS. Instead today I will eat turducken and surf the 'tubes, pet a cat, take some pictures, maybe play some computer games or watch a movie, and be thankful for good friends, books, bikes, and boomsticks.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!