If, upon this day, we would kill and share the Turkey of our stupidity, hubris, vengeance, wroth, rage, blindness, and determination to fail utterly at almost everything noble… I think we would be a lot better off, and a lot more -righteously- thankful. Until then? I’ll be the Turkey.

< eat me sign on my back : some scattered bones and feathers in a wreck : pile of torn flags, bloody >