How Quickly People Forget What Is Truly Important

Yesterday, I wrote a silly story about my difficulties with Thanksgiving. (You can read the entry here: No Thanks) The truth of the matter is, Thanksgiving is my second favorite day of the year; no other holiday can compare. Thanksgiving provides us time with family and friends, great food, football, relaxation, and leftovers. (If you never purchased the Thanksgiving Day sandwich from D’Angelo, you my friend have yet to live!)

It seems our culture has a way of removing the essence from each holiday. I hate to say it, but consumerism trumps all else. Arguably, the two most effected events are Christmas and Thanksgiving.

The way I see it, Black Friday is a horrible idea. When I grew up, no one mentioned the term; people only cared about spending time with family and friends; that’s what the holiday is all about. It isn’t about the pilgrims and their dinner with the Native Americans; only school children care about the pilgrims. (If you’re an adult and you thought about the pilgrims during your Thanksgiving Day, you might be insane!)

For those who are not familiar with Black Friday, the day marks the unofficial start of the Christmas shopping season. Traditionally, stores open earlier than the normal business hours and select items are marked down. (This seems like a wonderful concept, but it is a bad idea!)

Looks like a great time!

     Normally, stores open around 7am, but this year has changed everything; stores opened their doors at midnight. Thinking of all the great deals causes people to miss the fact that Black Friday ruins Thanksgiving Day. (There is always a price to pay for greed!)

Families are forced to cut short their time together so people can rush out to brave the November weather (unless you live in a warm climate!) in long lines. The weather is not the major problem; retailers only place a limited number of items on sale, so it is literally a duel to the death. (I am not exaggerating; people have been trampled to death and fights are commonplace!)

The violence is unfortunate, but the loss of the spirit of the day is the biggest downside. Employees are forced to staff the stores, causing them to miss time with their family and friends. The customers also suffer; I read one story about a mom and her son who arrived at a Best Buy at 7pm on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving Day. (What a horrible way to spend such a great holiday!)

I would do away with Black Friday, entirely. The retailers should come up with a better way to kick off the holiday shopping season. A possible solution may be, moving the event to Saturday night, instead of Thursday. Creating a “Black Sunday” will at least allow people to enjoy their Thanksgiving holiday. (Never mind, I completely forgot that the bible forbids us to work on Sundays. Unless of course, you need to make money to support your family; I believe “god” allows the one exception!)

The day is only part of the difficulty, no one should have to put their safety at risk just to get a great deal; retailers need to go back and hire better marketers. I can’t support the creation of a hostile shopping environment; honestly, it just doesn’t make any sense! Black Friday is a horrible idea!

I am against religion so the fact that Christmas has been stolen from the Christians is great. There is no arguing the fact that Santa is far more popular than Jesus; possibly year round, but definitely on December 25th. I honestly don’t understand how a true Christian can allow Santa to supplant their “lord and savior,” when it comes to importance. Can you honestly say that you ever heard a child being excited about Jesus’ birthday; “the son of god” has actually become an afterthought. As an atheist, this fact brings joy to my heart; religion is losing its influence over the people. (Christians love Jesus, but they love presents a lot more!)

I can remember always being asked, “are you going to mass on Christmas?” It was as if the mass was an option, but no one ever asked, “do you want a Christmas gift this year?” (People can lose relationships with loved ones over forgetting to buy a present!)

No one believes in Santa Claus, but when it comes to the battle of mythical heroes, Jesus gets his ass kicked on Christmas. People may try their best, attempting to explain why they care more about gifts than Jesus, but in the end, religion is nothing but hocus pocus; no one actually cares. People only turn to religion in times of hardship, and that’s it. Each Christian, who loves Jesus, may lie to me, but they must wake up and look themselves in the mirror and admit the fact that Jesus doesn’t really matter on Christmas! (WHO CARES IF IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY?)

Although I only became an atheist earlier this year, I left religion a long time ago; I guess I always saw through the ridiculousness of it all.

To Best Buy, I say, it would be wonderful to purchase a forty two inch HD Flat-screen television for only one hundred and ninety-nine dollars, but it is not worth me losing the second best day of the year! (Everyone knows that April 18th is the greatest day of the year! Don’t be an idiot and argue this fact!)

Please allow me to kick off the holiday season and be the first to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!

     I often hear Christians say, “Jesus comes first, then family and money.” Nothing could be further from the truth. I challenge all Christians to take back the day, for their “lord and savior, Jesus Christ.” If you truly love Jesus, skip the gifts and spend Christmas day doing what Jesus would do. Take all of your Christmas cash and help out those who are less fortunate. Once you exhaust your extra funds, spend the rest of your day celebrating with family and friends, worshipping the birthday boy. (I didn’t think so! Santa Rules the day!)

The Grinch didn’t steal Christmas; the true culprit was Santa, and he stole the day from Jesus.


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No Thanks

**This is post number 150!**

     Although this is my one hundred and fiftieth entry, it is bitter sweet. I previously wrote about my difficulty with holidays. Click on the link to read the post, Why I Cry On The 4th Of July. Thanksgiving Day is just as challenging for me. This time, which is usually reserved for family and friends, is arguably the longest day of the year for me; twenty four hours of painful memories.

I will do my best to be strong, but this entry will be a struggle for me.

     I always found Thanksgiving to be the best holiday of the year. I come from a large family and everyone lived in the Greater Boston area. The food was amazing, and the company was top notch. Everything changed during the autumn of 1985. (I haven’t enjoyed Thanksgiving, since then!)

My parents purchased a home in the town of Brockton, just a few miles south of Boston. Our house bordered the woods and we had several pet turkeys. The king Tom Turkey was Gobbler, a polygamist foul who was large and dominant. My favorite of the flock was the youngest stag, named Gob.

We had a fenced in property so the large birds were allowed to run wild. Each night, Gob would sleep in the large fir tree, which shaded my bedroom window. It was as if I had my own security guard watching over me.

Each morning, Gob would call out and wake me; I never had to set my alarm clock. Most of the turkeys remained wary of humans, but I developed a great friendship with Gob; he was my first and most favorite pet. He was like a member of the family.

My best friend and neighbor was a young Native American girl named Pocahotass; she belonged to the Wampanoag tribe. Pocahotass practically lived at our home; we rode our bikes all over town, going on mini adventures with Gob always riding shotgun in the front basket of my bicycle.

I can remember Pocahotass’ father asking me about my future plans and I responded, “I am not sure what I will be doing, but I know that whatever it is, I will be partnered with my best friend.” I always felt that Pocahotass was a friend, but Chief Massasoit believed that I would marry his lovely daughter, one day. He always teased me; he would laugh whenever I became shy.

Chief Massasoit is a brilliant man, and he was probably right; I would have married his beautiful daughter. I didn’t think anything could ever break the bond that we shared, but the Thanksgiving of 1985 changed everything.

***I am too emotional to continue writing this story. I am going to close the laptop and give myself some time to regain my composure!***

     I apologize for my inability to remain professional, but this was arguably the most difficult period in my life.

The day before Thanksgiving, I spent the day in Boston with family and friends while Pocahotass helped her mom with the grocery shopping. When I returned in the evening, I immediately ran to the backyard to see my favorite pet, Gob. As I walked towards the back of the house, I noticed that the lights were off in Pocahotass’ home; I figured she was out to dinner with her parents. When I arrived at Gob’s favorite fir tree, my heart was almost broken. Gob was sitting at the base of the tree, sobbing uncontrollably.

I attempted to comfort him but he was a turkey; I had no idea why he was crying. I picked up my pet and brought him into my room. I created a comfortable nest for him and provided a bowl of treats; I filled the dish with green beans, corn, bread pieces, and cucumbers. Any other day, Gob would have devoured the mix, but he didn’t eat a thing. I had no idea what he was going through.

In the morning, I woke and checked on Gob. I couldn’t believe what I witnessed; my little pet was dead. After crying for several hours, my mother walked into my room to check on me. I explained what happened and she revealed a horrible truth. (I will never forget her words!)

“Your little pet most likely died from heartache; he probably couldn’t deal with the fact that his entire family was killed yesterday.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. To my dismay, the turkeys were not pets; they were food. The rest of the flock was sold to friends of my parents, except for Gobbler; he was served at our dinner table. The rest of the family saw food; I saw my favorite pet’s dad. (It was a living hell, which I have to relive every year!)

I ran to Pocahotass’ house and revealed the traumatic information. To my surprise, my best friend didn’t care. She believed that it was ok to kill turkeys and serve them for Thanksgiving Day dinner. To this day, I cannot forgive her; I can’t forgive her. We are no longer friends!

In honor of my favorite pet, Gob; I will never eat turkey again!

     Enjoy one of the many murdered turkey with your family and friends, if you must, but please excuse me for being appalled! Would I like some turkey on Thanksgiving Day? No Thanks!

This year, I plan on guarding my fish tank; You never know when these murderers will have a desire to eat catfish! (To read about my fish, click the link! Tank Life)



Coming this week (21)

I will write a post about Thanksgiving Day. It will be my 150th!

My review of Lee Strobel’s book will also be posted. Did I become a believer? (My review of Penn Jillette’s book can be read here: I Read A Book And I Liked It.)


Due to the fact that Tim Tebow and the Denver Broncos destroyed the Jets on Thursday, tomorrow will be a boring Sunday! (Do your best to make it through the day!)


For those of you who have yet to view the Lee Corso video, here is a link. ENJOY!!!





Thanksgiving Day Massacre

The city of Boston was established in 1630. Boston Latin School (BLS) was founded in 1635; it is the nation’s oldest and most respected school! Academically, BLS has no equal. (Don’t bother attempting to compare your high school to BLS…I won’t believe your outlandish claims!) The school was originally located in Downtown Boston until 1844, when the institution moved to its current home in the Fenway area, 78 Ave. Louis Pasteur to be exact.

You want to talk alumni? We can talk alumni! Maybe you heard of these guys, Ralph Waldo Emerson, John Hancock, Samuel Adams, Benjamin Franklin and Peter Teixeira. (Not too shabby!)

It is important to note that I am discussing THE Latin School. There are two imposter institutions located within the city limits. The first is named Boston Latin Academy; it was originally named The Girls Latin School (GLS) until boys were admitted. The school was originally created as an all-girls alternative to the all-boys Boston Latin School.  Eventually, the two schools became co-ed and Latin Academy became the location for the students who lacked the ability to gain admittance to BLS. Latin Academy became the second choice!

The second imposter Latin school is Roxbury Latin, located in West Roxbury. The school has a reputation for being the manly man’s Latin school. Wrestling is the most popular sport and there is a long standing tradition of singlet sharing! (Speaking of wrestling, I suggest everyone view the Booker T video on Youtube! ‘Booker T accidentally calls Hogan a N****’) The school remains all-boys, because the founders wanted to create a place where young men could gain an education without having to share the classroom with “icky” girls! (I’m sure the school dances are FANTASTIC! Sounds like good times!)

In 1881, The English High School of Boston moved directly across the street from BLS and a sports rivalry was created. Beginning in 1887, the schools have played an annual Thanksgiving Day football game, the nations’ oldest continuous rivalry. Although the game is played every year, the rivalry officially ended in 1964. Since then, BLS has only lost twice, 1981 and 1997! The Wolf Pack is currently on a thirteen game winning streak. The tensions between the two schools often resulted in street brawls, scholars against the criminals, until English High relocated to Jamaica Plain. (The fighting between the two schools is the most likely reason our rallying cry is “Bomb the Blue!” BLS wears purple to represent the royal color of ancient Rome, and English wears blue to represent the feeling the students experience when they open college rejection letters!)

There is an interesting story regarding one of the two losses. I was a senior during the 1997 season. My friend Lu was slated to be the team’s star running back, but he suffered a torn ACL during the summer practices and was unable to play. I should have joined the team, but I was focused on Basketball! (The true reason i refused to play football was the fact that my family vacationed in Florida during the summer, and I wasn’t about to miss out on the trip so I could punish my body at two-a-days! Selfish, I know!)

The team lost the game by a score of 8-6, because the offense had no identity. It was one of the worst days for me while I attended BLS. The interesting fact about the game is, “The class of ’97 gets blamed!” The annual game is played in November, so it’s known as the ’97 game. I was a member of the class of ’98! (I would feel bad, but the class of ’97 exhibited such deplorable behavior, during their senior year, that the school changed its policy, which caused us to lose our senior privileges…they can suck it!)

While playing for BLS, my cousin Kevin enjoyed destroying the soft English defense. In 1994, he led the Wolf Pack to a 41-0 victory; the 1995 game ended with BLS winning 36-12, and his career culminated in a 31-6 drubbing of the “Blue man group!” Kevin was a Four-year letter winner for Boston Latin. He ran for 1,450 yards and 25 touchdowns during his senior season, and posted over 2,000 all-purpose yards in his final year. He was named the Most Valuable Player of the Dual County League and a Boston Globe All-Scholastic choice during his senior year. Kevin was chosen as the team captain, and played in the Shriner’s All-Star game before moving on to play at UMass Amherst. (The guy was amazing, but don’t expect me to sing his praises during our conversation tomorrow!)

Last year, I joined “P” and we attended the Thanksgiving Day game. We didn’t follow the high school football season, but we were hopeful that Latin would continue to dominate. The game started off horribly for the Wolf Pack. English returned the opening kickoff for a touchdown. “Did the boys in Blue pull off the massive upset?” Unequivocally, NO! BLS destroyed their “rivals,” breaking the record for most points scored in the series, 54-12! It was actually a hard game to watch; sort of like a traffic accident; we wanted to look away, but we couldn’t. With six minutes and forty-four seconds remaining in the “contest,” the Wolf Pack quarterback lined up the team in the victory formation. (That’s right! With over a quarter remaining, BLS started kneeling the ball!)

Boston Latin School will continue to dominate the Thanksgiving Day game; I will be there to watch the carnage in November! (Most of you have probably noticed that I am not a gracious winner! English High was lucky I didn’t coach BLS; we would have gone for a hundred!) Hold your collective heads up high English alumni…there is always 1997!

“Shouldn’t the institution be called ‘Boston Latin High School’?” No! The work load is above the college level. Boston Latin Higher School would be more appropriate!

     Carpe Diem! Purple and White FOR LIFE! GO WOLF PACK!!!