But as ever Mr. Pierce had a pithy and brilliant denouement of
Thanksgiving:
When you come right down to the bottom of the chafing dish, Thanksgiving is a holiday of great ambivalence. A day allegedly dedicated to thanking the great Whoever that enough white people survived the winter in Plymouth to kick off 300-odd years of continent-wide genocide. A day dedicated to celebrating the simple gifts that the great Whoever bestowed upon this land, yet one that we mark by going crazy over cheap, Chinese-slave-labor produced crap at 12:01 a.m. the very next morning. Also, too: the Detroit Lions. Sometimes, America is a very tough room.
Rising Hegemon
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No one died shopping this Black Friday. It is our fervent hope this year's victims make a full recovery.
oh crapitalism, oh crapitalism, how doth walmart and target adore you.
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