This Holiday, JD Vance is Serving

 

Uh. Huh.

Welp, I'm just screen capping the above Twitter post for posterity in case it disappears, because I believe in sharing the things that bring me joy, and perversely, this does. It sort of sums things up in a way I'm not even sure Vance has totally unpeeled. It's a psychological onion--it has layers.

I really wonder why the Harris/Walz campaign drifted away from calling these guys weird. Because you know what?

This is kinda weird. 

But you guys? You just have the kind of Thanksgiving that makes you happy. Which I'm sure will be very, very traditional. In its very own special way.

Living In Very Normal Times

 

Protesters in support of Palestine glued their hands to the street in the middle of the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City, temporarily halting the event. There were other instances of protests on the sidelines as well ⤵️ pic.twitter.com/D0TWKrsdov

— Al Jazeera English (@AJEnglish) November 23, 2023

Usually, the husband and I have steak because wow. Turkey. Very boring. But we did have turkey this time--turkey liver! This was his surprise for me, because he knows I like organs. So wait up, before I lose anyone:

A lot of Boomers in the US have bad experiences of offals because they were cooked up by well-meaning parents who learned to cook during the Depression and didn't have full access to all the spices and whatnot organ meats deserve. Also, there's a notion that organ meats are just "dirty" and need all kinds of soaking and preservation, and for things like chitterlings--yeah! Tripes--sure! But stuff like kidneys and livers? Eh? I just care they are seasoned a lot and cooked thoroughly. Throw in lemon while sautéing--it more quickly does what soaking is supposed to do. 

Joe Biden, Turkey Pricer

 

What in the world kind of 40-lb, free-range, organic, handfed in little silk underbritches kind of bird did this man buy? https://t.co/OLdG4G2FSj

— Vixen Strangely (@VixenStrangely) November 21, 2023

You can forget what you may have read about record-low unemployment, or how inflation has leveled out and some prices are going back down. The economy still has some very troubling indicators. Such as Republicans on Fox New lying about it.  

In other news, Joe Biden is old. Have you heard?

UPDATE:  It's a good bird!

As a person who believes in responsible, sustainable carnivorism, I wholly approve of the product, but honey--that is not the $15 Butterball (or maybe less with some kind of supermarket receipt promotion) most of America is getting. It is, indeed, a free-range organic, etc. bird. It's a good bird. I bet you it tastes good, too. But it's a bougie bird. And getting a bougie bird is a CONSUMER choice--not a POTUS problem. (It reminds me of the "Thanks Obama!" memes of yore, right?) 

In other news, Biden is still old--and funny:

I saw a lot of pissing and moaning about this picture. It's a whole lot of candles. THAT'S IT. THAT's THE JOKE. I swear, you young people don't have any sense of humor. 

If you think 81 candles looks like a lot, imagine what a visual representation of 91 indictments is like. Yeesh!

Stuff I'm Thankful For--

Well, of course, pubs.

Ken Cuccinelli walked into a bar. And Martin O’Malley lit into him. https://t.co/zIqlBYZUVE

— The Washington Post (@washingtonpost) November 28, 2019

If it were up to me, no person representing the Trump Administration would ever know a drink in peace unless they were quietly drinking themselves senseless in their own homes. I've been opposed to any enlarging of the pool of Democratic 2020 hopefuls, but I might make an exception for O'Malley, whom I did have high hopes for the last time.

(But that might just be a me thing. Look, Vixen's heart wants what it wants. I'm just saying. I mean, am I resisting this?)

But in the main, I'm thankful for rudeness and dissent. I'm thankful for the freedom to disagree and even be disagreeable. I'm thankful that, unlike many people around the holidays, I ate a table today where, while there was dissent from the current political climate, we had agreement with one another. I'm thankful for my health and peace of mind, and for my unease and disturbance of conscience. I am thankful for love and acceptance, and I want everyone to have that feeling of belonging. I'm thankful for the world and the environment I love, and I want to preserve it. I'm thankful for my blog as a virtual spleen-vent which has served as my place of thrashing out my thoughts while sharing them with others. My family joked with me about getting a knock from the Secret Service one day.

Yeah, no. I'm thankful we aren't that country, yet, for folks like me. And that's my Thanksgiving wish, for me, and for the pilgrims who need sticking up for, and their dissent and their journey and their desire to seek a new land and breathe free, that we greet them and welcome them to our table. That they too, can unite with their families in fellowship and love. And we all kick child-separating fascists out of our government. The end.