thanksgiving is one of my most hated holidays.. on this day, every
'american' is expected to celebrate the beginning of their practice of
genocide and slavery. While there were no blacks at the first
thanksgiving, the natives were certainly not there of their own volition,
or if they were -- then they were a sadly naive people. These people
gathered, and the natives gave them food without which they surely would
have starved and died like the unfortunate natives they would later
torture and kill in the name of a great being that they believed
controlled their every move, or in the name of land that could have easily
and willingly been shared by the natives.
	in more modern times, thanksgiving celebrates nothing. many
americans only know it as a time to get off work and invite the family
over to eat a murdered bird. this thanksgiving marks the beginning of my
5th year of being vegetarian, and my second year of being vegan -- and yet
still it seems as though I am participating in this bloody holiday.
thanksgiving is a holiday that celebrates not only the attempted genocide
of a race closer to the white man than any other (oh? you didn't know that
'indians' were truly caucasians?) but also it is another day to celebrate
the killing of birds that have never done anything but run from men.
	i care not for holidays.. no day is sacred because there is no day
on which nothing has ever died. holidays.. or perhaps if you like looking
at the roots of words: holy days -- to me should be times of quiet worship
and days on which there should be peace. there are no such days, and i am
saddened by it.