A very happy Post-Turkey-Day-Food-Coma-Pass-the-Antacids evening to all of my Heathen Rebel Colonist friends, whom I presume had a great time yesterday doing what Americans do – eating, watching football, and burping on the couch. For those of you who are not familiar with the great and glorious tradition of Thanksgiving, it essentially involves celebrating the first real feast-day of the original settlers of America.
Now, if you believe the embittered lunatics and idiots of the Godless Left, they will tell you that Thanksgiving is a racist holiday that celebrates the mass extermination and conquest of the peaceful Noble Savages that lived on those lands for centuries. That is hogwash of the worst and most foul kind.
The reality is that Thanksgiving is a celebration of the gifts of a loving, merciful, yet entirely just God.
This might take some explanation, so here goes.
The Pilgrims who fled PommieBastardLande and the Netherlands to escape religious persecution for their beliefs, were actually HARDCORE NUTCASES by the standards of their fellow believers, and they set about proving that when they arrived. This was a pack of people that believed in real socialism – in communal welfare and work, in the sharing of all things, and the abolition of private property, just like Jesus said, or so they thought.
Evidently, they were reading a very different version of what His Hugeness said, back in the day. I’ve read through all four Gospels repeatedly, and NOWHERE does the Big Cheese say anything about requiring everyone to give up everything to look after all of his brothers and sisters.
The King of Kings actually said that it is good to give up one’s possessions, of one’s own free will, to minister to others, and that one’s wealth has no bearing whatsoever on one’s salvation. He also said, quite clearly, that anyone who is not willing to give up everything to follow Him, is not worthy of Him.
The Pilgrims who came over on the first few boats ignored the voluntary aspect of Jesus’s teachings, and evidently ignored a lot of the other wisdom in the Gospels about paying fair dues and upholding contracts and covenants and respecting private property. They implemented straight-up socialism when they arrived in America.
How’d that work out for them?
Yep. Within a very short time, they were starving.
Because Communism, of any kind, is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord. It goes directly against human nature, and against the God who gave us that nature. In reality, private property rights are the very foundation of a prosperous and humane society, and those rights ultimately have to be secured, and given to us, by God.
The true story of Thanksgiving, and the lesson behind the feast-beer-and-football-day that most Americans these days tend to forget, is that it is about gratitude.
Without gratitude, we are wretched creatures, unable to give or receive grace. If we are not grateful for what we have and are, then we have no basis for appreciating our lives. We all run into problems and strife in our lives, and we all fall down and fail and get hurt. Hell, my entire life for the past four years, near-as-dammit, has been one long string of constant, persistent, and painful failures. As I’ve said many times before, it would appear that my Purpose in life is to serve as a warning for everyone else about what NOT to do with one’s time on Earth.
And yet… gratitude helps us keep going. Gratitude for all that we have and are. Gratitude for the good fortunes that give us endless chances to pick ourselves back up and keep fighting. And gratitude to the God who gave us breath, for the ability to do what we can to glorify Him.
The real lesson of Thanksgiving lies in the name. If you aren’t grateful for the fact that you can wake up in the morning and do something useful with your life, then you don’t deserve that life. But if you can wake up and be thankful for what you have, then, no matter how bad the day gets, you will still be able to look forward to the next one.
Only losers have no gratitude at all. Don’t be one. Be thankful for what you were given, and do your best with that gift to build something good for those who come after you.
That is what the Pilgrims did, after all. They learned from their stupidity (eventually), and in the process they created the foundations for the greatest, most dynamic, most powerful, and most transformative engine of growth and innovation ever seen in human history.
The true story of America is not the one that you read about in Howard Zinn’s work of speculative fiction, known as A People’s History of the United States – good book, apparently, but pure fiction in almost every way. No, the true story is one that I got to see for myself when I lived there for 12 years.
It is the story of a good, decent, kind, welcoming people, who forged a great country out of a vast and hostile wilderness. It is the story of a country that once stood as a beacon of freedom and hope for millions around the world. And it is the story of a culture and civilisation that carried on the work of its predecessors from PommieBastardLande, and raised up the entire world on its shoulders.
Oh, and speaking of my Limey friends – here’s why they don’t celebrate Thanksgiving:
That’s not accurate, either, by the way. I happen to be from one of those countries that the Brits invaded and conquered. As far as I am concerned, they turned a land of fire-worshippers and snake-eaters into someting that MIGHT, on a VERY good day, resemble something sort of approaching a civilised place.
They DID make a complete pig’s breakfast of it in the end, of course, but by then the Brits were in no position to go around civilising anyone. They’d lost the plot by that point.
tl;dr version of all of that: don’t be an arse, be grateful and earn what you want.
Anyway, that’s all of the philosophising and preachifying out of the way. Let’s get to the real reason why you’re here. It IS Friday, after all, and you’re here for the lovely lady of the week.
So here she is.
Her name is Grace Boor, age 19, from Indianapolis, IN, though apparently she’s spent quite a bit of her life in Floriduh. She is known for her work on TikTok (whatever that is), and for her skills as a lingerie and bikini model (for very obvious reasons). Apparently she has done collaborations with brands like Tiger Mist, Beach Bunny Swimwear, Whavyco, and BOUTINE LA.
I have absolutely no idea what any of that means – if anyone has the first clue, let me know in the comments. See, I’m OLD, so I don’t understand what the yoot of today do for shits & giggles anymore.
Happy Friday, everyone. I hope you enjoyed a blessed and peaceful Thanksgiving with your relatives – even the annoying Leftists that everyone hates – and that no serious flame-wars erupted at the dinner table about the not-vaxxes, the Not-President, or the not-virus. And good luck to all of you in recovering from your food comas, I know what it feels like to eat FAR too much and then have your brain stuck in reverse for the next day or so.