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Ah, Thanksgiving, a time to reflect on the things that we are thankful for . . . friends, family, really good pornography. Yes, there are many things that I reflect on as the leaves change.

The great thing about Thanksgiving is, the purpose of it is to require whiners to stop bitching. Yes, in theory, even the largest turds in our national punchbowl can shut their cakeholes for a couple of days, or at least stuff it with a lot of animal flesh, and reflect on why they're lucky, not privileged, but LUCKY, to be alive and kicking in a world that is pretty swell, save for the disease and the crime and the bombs and stuff.

There is a misconception in this world that we are each somehow owed something . . . like just because our parents knocked us up and spat us out, that gives us some kind of right to complete happiness, without fear and loathing. Well, that's a load. If there's any point to life, it's that it should be lived. Happiness does not come with a "30 minutes or less" delivery guarantee, it behooves us to go out and find it.

So, as you sit there stuffing your gullet with Nanamama's yams and Grammajamma's cranberries, remember that you're lucky to get it, and don't bitch because it's cold or salty or not as good as last year's . . . just be, you know, THANKFUL, ya whiny fuck.

And remember: There's only one recorded case of divine blessing in history, and the chick that got it had to give birth before she could get laid. So, be careful what you ask for.

That reminds me, check out our online store to find some great Christmas gifts!

Happy Thanksgiving, ya filthy animals. This is the MangyDog, over and out.