It is that time of the year when we pass around the turkey and celebrate genocide. Try not to think about that. Just pass the turkey around while you watch the President pardon the lucky turkey. You’ll say “awww” in between bites and pass the gravy. You’ll put feathers in your little niece's blonde hair as she runs around the kitchen cupping her mouth with her hand wailing.

The family friend’s kid will dress like a pilgrim. You will all say “aww” in between bites of turkey and plan their wedding. You love cartoons so you’ll call him John Smith and her Pocahontas. For a moment you’ll remember that she was young girl taken away forcefully from her home and married John Rolfe who changed her name to Rebecca. Remember do not think about this, take another bite of the turkey and pass the cranberry sauce. Your favorite team is playing today, try not remember what they have done. He beat his wife, they abused animals, he raped a girl and he beat his kid. Look at that great play and bite into that lovely dry white meat. Once the game is over, turn on the classic cartoon about the depressed bald kid, but it’s okay because the boy with blue threads keeps up the hope. Bite into that turkey again as the tiredness takes over and your mouth gets dry. So fill up that big glass of water and try not to think about those without accesses to clean water as you pour out the rest in your dirt yard, at least you are watering the weeds. Look at the sky and light up your cigaret as you see the signs in your yard condemning weed. Hug your pregnant wife as you walk your friend to their car with anti-choice stickers and thank God that you live somewhere where you can have so many children, with no limits. Try not to think about your hypocrisy as you walk back in and have one last bite of turkey.

*This is attended to be a satirical piece just to drive up peaceful conversation. So try not to get too enraged as you pass the turkey. Happy Thanksgiving!