Charles Edward "Cole" Stecker turned 6 yesterday. It seems like just yesterday that I smuggled food from our Thanksgiving dinner to Claudia in the hospital to substitute for the rubber turkey being served to her the day after Cole's birth.
Big thanksgiving day today. A double header for us. We catch the pasta course at my Aunt's, then drive 2 hours and have turkey with my in-laws. A long day, and one of much celebration, driving, drinking, eating and sleeping.
While I'm generally a fan of Thanksgiving, the cynical side of me was reminded of this poem by William S. Burroughs (I was reminded by Canadian Douglas Jones). In this time of Endless War, the words "Thanks for the American Dream to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through..." resonate. They probaby will not, however, with my Aunt's family (whose threshold sports a genuine Bill O'Reilly No Spin Zone doormat). So out of respect to the God-given right of our hosts to feel unchallenged in their political beliefs in their own home, I offer this poem here on the web rather than at dinner:
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