Than live my life without another slice of that pie.

The word of the day is: Triumvirate.

[ trahy-uhm-ver-it, -vuh-reyt ] noun Roman History. the office or magistracy of a triumvir. a government of three officers or magistrates functioning jointly. a coalition of three magistrates or rulers for joint administration. any association of three in office or authority. any group or set of three.

Beatle Sue made the best pecan pie I’ve ever eaten for Thanksgiving.

Seriously.

I wish I had had the foresight to have brought a piece home for my second breakfast.

Dammit.

Also, I feel like I should take a moment and acknowledge those of you out there that have native american ancestry.

To all my native friends, I’m sorry on behalf of my ancestors who were the indentured servants for the people that stole this land away from your ancestors.

I never really got into that whole pilgrims and natives sitting down for a feast together thing.

I mean, sure, in elementary school I probably made a handprint turkey or a construction paper pilgrim hat and gleefully white washed the shit out of native american genocide.

But as an adult I only really celebrate Thanksgiving for the food.

You could literally just change the entire “meaning” of the holiday to being thankful that food is awesome and it would make zero change to the way I live my life.

As a rule, I tried to be thankful for the things in my life on a day to day basis.

Appreciate the here and now.

Does it royally suck the way white people have treated non-white people for the last eon?

Absolutely.

Am I really going to make a significant change to the reparations that are due the descendants of the people that have had those shitty things done to them?

Probably not.

But I’m teaching my kids what our shitty white ancestors did to to other people’s ancestors in the hopes that they will make the choice not to be shitty to people in everyday life.

Will I succeed?

In varying degrees, I’m sure.

I mean, these kids are gonna be plenty fucked up.

I’m just taking credit for a small part of that.

I have to go do some serious working out to burn off all the pie from yesterday and the pies of today-yet-to-be.

Tried to pull a little Scrooge ghost action in there.

Didn’t quite come off as cool as I was trying to be.

Ain’t it always the way?

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC