Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Celebrating Thanksgiving with Progresso Vegetable Soup, Garden Style

There won't be anything cynical in this because I do appreciate the soup and I'm well aware I would not have it except for the generosity of friends, in this case a friend I first met in sixth grade but with whom I lost contact over the years.  In renewing the contact, I discovered a man who is much more than I ever knew and there's another reason for thankfulness.

There are thanks because strength grows to play again and thanks I still can.  It feels good to see people seem to understand "The End of the World in Fort Worth" is not about death but life and the only death is failing to live it or letting the fear consume it.

Now when it's hardest is the most important time to stand up for it and it's the finest lesson from Paul Delph, now long gone but absolutely not forgotten.  He played his last set when he was so sick he could hardly stand by himself but you would never tell it by how he carried himself on the stage.  He gave it all.  I'm thankful I knew him to receive this lesson and all the more it's reason to live it now.

If it were possible I would share the providence with refugees as they have my undying respect in how hard they fight for life even though we have seen the little boy who lost.  He gives us a lesson and one of the strongest ever.  He was willing to try even though it most likely terrified him and for that he has my eternal respect.  I would break bread with him any time, if only it were possible.

In saving him, I save myself and if only I could.  We have almost nothing here but we would not turn away refugees, we would not turn away anyone.

(Ed:  Teabillies with guns?)

Ok, you got me.  They aren't so welcome ... but everyone else.

In some ways, we're thankful we have less here at the Rockhouse ... because there are that many less things to cause worry over any potential loss.  I can't lose my car, I don't have one; I can't lose my house, I don't own one.

There were a couple of my molars on the desk and I've just thrown them away.  Even that is a reduced worry because the worst has already happened and it's difficult to eat but I still can.

(Ed:  no worries on chucking them because trying to stick them back in there was not a solution)

Maybe there isn't even a need to spell out the lesson from down here but we're seeing a whole lot of people with a whole lot of things who seem more full of heartache and fear than they are of thankfulness for the simple fact of breathing.  So long as there is music and love, you never really lose anything.


Herewith, the igniter which lit this article:



Here on the Socialist Left we are not thankful for the glaringly disingenuous portrayal of Thanksgiving as exclusively Christian and, thus, all Christians are self-centered bastards who could not care less about refugees.

Secondarily, it shows Christians enjoy such abundance while others do not.

We are not Christians here at the Rockhouse but we loathe lies.  This one is such a vicious hack job in support of a secondary atheist agenda, we find it absolutely abhorrent.

People posting the meme show thanks for nothing and the only serving on the plate is hatred.  Thank you but, no, we will be perfectly happy with Progresso Vegetable Soup, Garden Style.

Whether you hate refugees or hate people who are not helping refugees, you're still producing the same thing.

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