Apparently, the first “thanksgiving” was really a result of Pilgrims poaching birds. When the natives came to talk turkey (hah!) about said poaching. Realizing the mistake, the Pilgrims, caught with their pants down and the cooked birds on the table. Did the only polite thing. Invited the natives, at the last minute, to eat something they had stolen. It was a tense dinner.

Pony, that article you linked to is just too horrifying for words. How do people come up with crap like that???

I’d also like to use this forum to register my own personal beef with thanksgiving: compulsory prayer. Never mind that no one prays or goes to church the rest of the damn year, or that the get together is populated by atheist-Americans, no no, some treacly-ass prayer that just makes my skin crawl must be said.

Back to Twisty’s original point, however, the violently racist-sexist-imperialist ‘tradition’ that spawned this opportunity for wine indulgence? Beyond disgusting. That’s really what the day-after drinking is all about: guilt. Some glorious time in the near future I will mandate an untainted day in the middle of spring for the family “fun” (after the ‘what is fun’ post, it is perenially in quotes for me) and be rid this hoax altogether.

All I KNOW is.