We usually hear this hymn around Thanksgiving time–but when’s a bad time to be thankful to the Lord? Come, Ye Thankful People, Come, sung by congregation and choir at St. George’s Church, Windsor.
We usually hear this hymn around Thanksgiving time–but when’s a bad time to be thankful to the Lord? Come, Ye Thankful People, Come, sung by congregation and choir at St. George’s Church, Windsor.
This traditional Thanksgiving hymn was written in 1597 to celebrate a great victory in the Dutch war for independence from Spain.
There is no end to the blessings for which we ought to give thanks to our God; and to try to count them ought to deeply move us.
I went to my famply’s house for Thansgiving. They such dum peple! So i ask why thay prayin, becose God he dont exhist and its jist stopid to say prairs to him and then my sister she started cryin, she is such a idjit, and i pashently tryin to explane there isnt no god and finely my Dad he puls me off my chare and push me out the dore. That is how jellous they can be. Thats one thing yiu find out reel quiwk when yuo go to Collidge and becom a interllectural, that regulur dum peple dont like it that yiu are smarter then them.
Wel i was prety hungry so i go back to my prefessers houss but he wuld not invight me in to have diner with him and his freinds. He have tought us that Thansgiving is a wite supracist holliday al abuot opressing the Nattive Amerikans and bringin in all that christin and Captillist stuf that has made the hole world bad. Thansgiving is amlost as bad as Collumpus Day, thats what he sais.
But i gesse he culd see i was reel, reel hunkry he fellt sory for me and he sais, Here, “yiu can have this old sweater” I was goin to throe it out “but yiu can ete it insted.” in case yuo dont kno, i am in a exspearmint, trying to get wimmims femail cromasoames but they shot me up with this moth stuff, i think it’s Hormoans, and it done som funny things to my apetight and i got to ware a hatt al the time or else peple make fun of my moth-antenners growin out of my head! So i had the sweatter, it wasnt bad with ketchup on it.
This old Dutch hymn, which has become traditionally associated with our Thanksgiving holiday, was first sung in 1597, giving thanks to God for victory in a battle for religious freedom. We may someday use it again for that purpose.
Well, Patty and I now have to head down the Garden State Parkway for Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s house. Pray for us to come back alive! Affectionately nicknamed the Road of Death, the Parkway is incessantly under construction and relies on high-speed traffic and heart-stoppingly narrow lanes…
Gotta stop now, I seem to be hyperventilating.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
You want to see pathetic? This is pathetic.
Sure, gratitude has no part in the liberal Democrat psyche, so we can’t expect a Thanksgiving holiday to have much meaning for them. But this is going pretty far, even for them.
The Democrat National Committee has set up a website ( http://www.yourrepublicanuncle.com/ ) to provide party members and other comrades with pithy put-downs to confound “Your Republican Uncle” or any other family member too wicked or obtuse to appreciate the wisdom of leftism. To quote the introduction:
“The holiday season is filled with food, traveling, and lively discussions with Republican relatives about politics sometimes laced with statements that are just not true–” apparently only Republicans do this, never Democrats. “Here are the most common myths spouted by your family members who spend too much time listening to Rush Limbaugh and the perfect response to each of them.”
I’ll bet these people could just kiss themselves all over.
All right, let’s look at the perfect response to the vile conservative canard that Man-Made Climate Change is nothing but a scare tactic. Are you ready for this? You sure? Deep breath…
Presto! We are informed, “97% of scientists” believe in Global Warming! Wow, I feel utterly confounded.
Oh! Was that 97% of all scientists, or 97% of the scientists you chose to ask, or 97% of the scientists whose answers you chose to accept, or what?
How about the perfect response to Donald Trump?
Guess what–Donald Trump’s a racist! Gee, I never saw that coming, did you?
And, lest I spoil your Thanksgiving dinner, I will conclude this post right here and go outside into this gorgeous fall day and smoke a cigar.
See you tomorrow afternoon, folks–if I can manage it. Happy Thanksgiving to all!