Turkey eating Americanism

Another turkey day for America, and if anyone is paying attention, one wonders if there will be another. "Happy thanksgiving," people say as they scan the newspaper for black Friday deals from Walmart, Best Buy, JC Penny, Sears, Macy's, Academy, Home Depot, and every other corporate juke box of Chinese manufactured goodies we Americans feel so compelled to partake in.

Like a manic moment of consumer voyeurism we light up with excitement at seeing a 42" TV for $199 as if anything worth seeing ever comes across that now infamous plasma nightmare, and just how many TV's do we need anyway? Hey look, a Xbox with kinetics for under $200! More time for which we can become virtual soldiers shooting our way to victory! An extension of our madness without ever getting dirty or feeling the effects of bombs and bullets, a conviency not felt by the countless families in the cross hairs of a real crotch ratcheted, former video gaming, frat boy looking to showcase his training with some acrobatic drone strikes.

Followed by a turkey dinner and a video chat with his knocked up girlfriend stateside who let's him know that you can buy a laptop for under $300! Be home for Christmas might be her secondary wish.

Meanwhile, back in central park, we have our generational parade dedicated to the adulation of triumphal capitalism. Like the Israelites worshipping the golden calf, we parade our symbols of corporate greed and American silliness at the end of long ropes up and down the throng of spectators while half naked women dance in mock worship to the tunes of countless uneducated youth playing their brass and woodwinds.

Floats filled with more silliness and exponential goofiness fills in the road between big balloons and titillating sexism. Since I think 99% of us are unplugged from reality we find the show fun and by all means - traditional - while we eat one of the 30 million turkeys slaughtered for us and stuffing our already massively overfed and undernourished tubby girths. Meanwhile, the rest of the world bows to Mecca, washes their torn threads over beaten rocks, and cook their meal worm invested rice while watching the sky above for predator drones piloted by American turkey eaters. God help them if they happen to live by anyone that looks like they could be Taliban or Al Queda, because ya know, it's unnecessary to truly identify a hostile from a group of kids trying to get their goats back in their pen.

We Americans have to have our blu rays for $50 bucks and our gas at $3 a gallon after all. China give us more junk! Arabs, give us your oil!

The sad fact is that hardly anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about, being that our soldier boys are over there under the cross hairs of evil forces protecting our freedoms, the latest programmed meme  as we cover our hearts singing a ode to war, the American anthem. I must be one of those hippie communist occupiers to say such "truths." A nice evil slot in the American mental architecture to put my kind of commentary. A nice slew of propagandists, who are paid millions, are then broadcast into our living rooms while we swallow FDA approved cancer causing fake pizza's to swallow it down with diabetes making concoctions.

This American experience to be followed by a week long run of fuel consumption to haul our lard asses to and from our "work for the man" corporate institutions, paid for of course by those same goat herders and peasants mentioned above. Never once questioning whether this is right, how people should be living, or what it might do to the environmental womb that is mother earth. Oh sure, there are those that care, those that realize our iniquities, yet these glitches in the system are quickly tear gassed and pepper sprayed or shot in the head with what they call harmless rubber bullets despite needing a dozen stitches and repeated CT scans. The blood stains can still be found on the street in front of the stock exchange. Water cooler nightmares cheer on their demise.Yet this is nothing as the blood could fill a whole lake in a place half a world away and out of sight of the turkey eaters.

So remember what I say in that every transaction made with the above blood dealers (Walmart, Best Buy, JCPenny, Macy's, Mcdonalds, etc) pollutes a river, enslaves a child, tears a mountain apart, spills more blood, and steps on the accelerator to oblivion and extinction. Can you break the hypnosis of consumption and live up to your promised divinity, or do we embrace the destruction and pass into history? So far, all I see is the clutching of self destruction.