I bought three Costco pumpkin pies yesterday, for a small gathering to which I've been invited.
I'm only taking one. A second is 3/4s gone and hopefully the third will see me through til Friday, Saturday and Sunday mornings, because it turns out that a slice (i.e., 1/4 of the pie), lathered with whipped cream is ever so delightful with 'and-they-sat-on-the-fence-during-the-war-in-heaven-kind-of-people' coffee.
I am ever so thankful to the pachinko machine that symbolizes life on earth for my streak of more-good-fortune-that-bad-fortune; there's nothing fair about it and it has nothing to do with me personal beliefs or behavior. It just is what it is...
In the sociopathic words of the immortal (and immoral) bardstard:
"Life is rolling a a five digit prime number of dice every second of your life, with numbers above the mid-point being good for you numbers below the min-point meaning something bad is going to happen. Very few people roll all snake-eyes and very few people roll all sixes... Yep, life is a gamble."
And yes, people are always coming up with ways they assure others will load the dice in their favor. Religion is one of the most popular frauds designed to benefit the croupiers.
But many Native Americans say Thanksgiving Day is a reminder of the slaughter of millions of Indigenous people and the theft of their lands by outsiders. The United American Indians of New England declared Thanksgiving a National Day of Mourning 50 years ago.
Back in the day, 1965. Jimmy Stewart was in movie titled Shenandoah, playing a crusty old Virginia farmer during the Civil War (he 'owned' no slaves).
In an opening scene, his big family is sitting down to a harvest festival meal, and someone is giving a prayer, thanking ghawd for a nice harvest and Jimmy's character is audibly grousing during the prayer, as each item of "thankedfulness" is given, "Yeah, but I'm the one tilled the soil ... I did the weeding ... and I'm the one did the harvesting ..."
I kinda thought back then that he was making a good point.