thoughts

aretha franklin has told jet magazine that losing weight is "the hardest thing she has ever had to do." aretha, i can sum up what you need to do in five words: eat less and exercise more. aretha is a woman in her 60's. She was born into the segregated south, has surely had to bury her parents, and has had to carry on following the assassinations of Martin, Malcolm, Che Guevara, Fred Hampton, and others. Maybe I shouldn't have taken this quote literally. Although I guess asking a woman to lose two of her four breasts would be a traumatic experience.
Thanksgiving: A celebration of conquest. You can evade this fact if you prefer, but it is the fundamental foundation of the festivities. Most of the natives are no more, thanks to the caucasian conquerers of yesteryear. Thanks to these founding terrorists, we get to visit our families, slaughter millions of turkeys, and purchase gargantuan supplies of gas for our journeys. we top it all off by awakening absurdly early the following morning, to purchase putrid trinkets we are coerced into consuming. stores will open earlier than usual, and malls will be packed. millions upon millions of dollars will change hands, but the bombs will continue to pound people of far away lands, the air will continue to be polluted, and poverty will continue to punish many among us.
Others will go to movies, mediocre offerings mostly. They will spend 4 dollars for a bottle a water, and consider themselves contented. Still others will watch football, attempting to packer in as many games as they can. I'm not lions, for you are seen as a real patriots if you mix pigskin with pie on this day. this is a day that takes all my strength to bears. i wish i could fly like an eagles away from this celebration of civilization and conquest. like a byrd my leonard feathers would blow in the wind, yes, that is the answer my friend. i will turn turn turn away from this kind of drag known as thanksgiving. i will make a believer of all the daydreamers who envision an alternative. those who feel no need to ape their peers, and who are looking for the monkey to happiness, will find solace in our plans. by the way, i have a code and two pair of plans.
i tried to duck out of a dinner invitation, preferring to eat soup at a diner instead. i was so hungry i could have ate a horse, but the chicken the diner didn't have one available. i gave her a 15 percent tip. she was a nice chick who took my baloney without complaint, i tried to get her goat by acting like a pig, but she was one cool cat, who was unaffected by my animal like behavior. the eatery was "pleasant," whatever that means. all around where pictures of dead white people who were once famous. what is it about james dean? the guy made three movies! there is always a picture of mickey mantle, but not of willy mays or hank aaron. i wonder why, stevie? you would have to be blind not to know the reason. perhaps when we reach a higher ground, our racial superstitions will be no more, and a ray of hope will shine a new light on all of us.
i've got to hit the road, jack. i got a woman waiting for me, you hear what i say?
peace.