Remember, Remeber, the last Thursday of November, the turkey-filled treasonous plot. I know of no reason why the Thanksgiving Treason should be frogot... But what of the bird? I know his name Gobbles and I know, in 1620 he attempted to save those Pilgrimites.
But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, but not the bird, beacuse a bird can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world.
I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... But you cannot baste an idea, cannot fork it, or taste it... Ideas do not bleed, do not roast golden, and they do not feed ten... And it is not an idea I miss, it is the turkey.
A turney that made me remember the Twenty-Seventh of November.
A turkey I will never forget.




I mean, what? ._.