November 26, 2014

No App For Gratitude

Today's post is my traditional (since last year) Thanksgiving post.

Thanksgiving is my kind of holiday.

It doesn't require gods or miracles or tragedies or victories or angels or kings or winners or losers or flags or gifts.

All you need is some pumpkin pie, a big-ass flat screen, and a comfortable sofa to drool on.

Oh, and a little gratitude.

Gratitude, by the way, is a commodity in very short supply. Regrettably, we seem to have mountains of expectation but not much in the way of appreciation. It's a socially transmitted disease.

So this Thanksgiving, let's put aside harsh judgments for a day or two. Thank a cop. Give a bum a buck. Kiss an in-law.

I don't like Puritans of any stripe. But I like the idea of them having the Indians over for dinner. I know the detente didn't last too long, but any day you're eating sweet potatoes instead of shooting off muskets is a good day.

Be grateful that you have shoes. Be thankful that your cat is healthy. Compliment someone's posture.

If you can't do any of that stuff, then at least give thanks that you won't be dining with Whoopi Goldberg or Donald Trump. That alone should be enough.

Finally, do yourself a favor -- quit whining. That's my job.

And have a Happy Thanksgiving.


George Tannenbaum said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Bob. May there be pastrami in your future.

Cecil B. DeMille said...

Happy Thanksgiving. I'm going to have some turkey with a side of misplaced social outrage.

Antonio Sanz said...

Thanks, Bob, for the wisdom, wit, and common sense prescriptions you bring to our ill advertising panorama after so many years. You are the high flyer in this world of noisy, inept social turkeys.