It’s that time of the year, gang, time again for lists of the things for which we are thankful.
If we compared lists, I am not sure my list would be the same as yours. But if you want to complain about my column after reading it, thanks for reading.
I am thankful that I have approximately $100 worth of things I can use to open cans and bottles and all those “easy open” containers. My tools include knives, scissors, pliers, things I have purchased from Amazon that work and things I purchased from Amazon that don’t work.
I recently told my Facebook friends that although I don’t believe in hell, if I am wrong there is a special place in Hades for people who invented all those “easy open” tops. They will be put in a special place without any tools except their old gnarled fingers to open food, water, etc.
And I will be allowed to watch them from my other spot in hell.
I’m thankful that I have lived most of my life in a relatively democratic country. That was before American oligarchs were able to buy their own brand of “democracy” by buying most, if not all, of the nation’s politicians.
I am 76 years old and time is running out for me. Rich folks and Don Trump have destroyed the very democratic republic that the Founding Fathers fashioned in the U.S. Constitution. And if Trump gets another four years as president, the destruction of the America I love will be complete. If I live that long, I will be 80.
I am thankful I am not a church-going Christian, but I am also thankful I believe in true Christian values as taught to me by my mother and others.
Do I believe in God? Not the way you believe in Her perhaps. The ultimate power in the universe doesn’t dabble daily in the affairs of humans. The “Big Bang” was the ultimate thought of the creator and the explosion has been expanding and continuing ever since.
I can eschew the “Christian values” I am sure were not espoused by Jesus, one of the great gurus, but were added to what he said by evil know-it-all people who put words in Jesus’ mouth. We have one of those now as president. What I mean to say is there are lies in the Bible. I am sure of that.
And speaking of lies, I am thankful that I separated myself from Lying Don early. I am amazed by the number of people I thought were right-thinking people who stand up for the man knowing he lies more than he tells the truth. Apparently these people want to believe him. That’s the only reason I can assume they stick like glue to him and everything he says.
And that is why those people will go to the polls next November and vote for him and welcome Trump and rich people into their lives. Again.
I am thankful for nature. Most mornings when I wake up, there are at least six, and often more, deer in my front yard munching on corn and licking on a sugar beet cube I have put out for them.
Meanwhile, the trees and bird feeders are surrounded by birds of all sort, munching on seeds and suet and seeming to enjoy life. Little do they know that too many human beings don’t care about them and ornithologists say their numbers are decreasing by the millions, probably due to human intervention.
The birds and bees are suffering the same fates as we grow farther from nature every day. I am ashamed I dumped DDT on the Peyton garden in the days before the manufacture of DDT was banned. It nearly destroyed eagles. It killed bees by the millions, I am sure, but the current insecticides used on crops are no better.
In the old days, when the clover bloomed in my lawn, the humming from honey bees was real, loud and satisfying. Today, those clover-filled lawns are all but silent.
I am thankful for poets — Robert Frost, Walt Whitman and my good friend Jesse Stuart, the late, great Greenup County, Kentucky, poet. Stuart wrote an epic poem “Man With A Bull Tongue Plow,” which begins simply:
“I am a farmer singing at the plow.”
And from Whitman’s stunning poem “Song of Myself”:
“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
I am betting and hoping Whitman, the “great gray poet,” was spot on.
Happy Thanksgiving to friends and enemies alike.