Well....I happen to like turkeys. Some of my best friends happen to be turkeys; oh...and very liberal too! (Relax! It's a joke! Now go stuff yourselves silly!).
And for my conservative friends (please take this tongue-in-cheek as well) who happen to find themselves breaking lances over politics with their liberal relatives and friends amidst feasting and football, arm yourselves by memorizing Hugh Hewitt's turkey-day-talking points and heeding Ex-Donkey's advice.
Everlasting gratitude to those brave men and women who are overseas, far from home and hearth, friends and family. You are in my thoughts every moment of the day. Thank you for making the world a better place and for representing the best our country has to offer. We are all very proud of you! Thank you for your service.
A Sufi Story from the Middle East
A poor man dressed in rags came to the palace to attend the banquet. Out of courtesy he was admitted but, because of his tattered clothing, he was seated at the very end of the banquet table. By the time the platters arrived at his seat, there was no food left on them.
So he left the banquet, returning several hours later dressed in robes and jewels he had borrowed from a wealthy friend. This time he was brought immediately to the head of the table and, with great ceremony, food was brought to his seat first.
"Oh, what delicious food I see being served upon my plate." He rubbed one spoonful into his clothes for every one he ate.
A nobleman beside him, grimacing at the mess, inquired, "Sir, why are you rubbing food into your fine clothes?"
"Oh," he replied with a chuckle, "Pardon me if my robes now look the worst. But it was these clothes that brought me all this food. It's only fair that they be fed first!"