Once Upon A Time, in a Land Far, Far Away (for that is how all fairy tales are supposed to begin) a King sent out a proclamation declaring that for one day out of three hundred and sixty five, all of his subjects are to stop work and give thanks to God for having blessed them with the abundance that the King has given them.
And so it came to be that throughout the Kingdom, for one day a year, people stopped work and gathered together in their villages to give their thanks to God for everything the King blessed them to have. But time, it seems, changes everything, and so, too, did this sacred day of giving thanks. As villages grew larger, families stopped coming to the communal meal and celebrated on their own, with their own. Soon, it became almost an unwritten contest, to see which families could pile the most food on one table. Even the King was swept up, and always had to provide the greatest banquet of all.
But for the poor, who once dined at the communal meal, the day became a day to remind them even more poignantly of the things they did not enjoy – having enough to eat being chief among them. As the richest fed their table scraps to their dogs, children of the poor still cried themselves to sleep with an empty stomach.
Then, one day, the unthinkable was thought of. The Prince who was not heir to the throne (for he was second born) asked a question at the banquet of Giving Thanks held by the King himself. There, in front of his brothers and sisters and cousins and wives and all the nobles and all their families (for it was a very large banquet indeed) stood up and asked,
“Father, why are we Giving Thanks this day?” The room grew suddenly quiet, for no one ever dared to speak to the King without having first been spoken to.
The King stopped, mouth open, a fork-full of roast goose suspended midway between the plate and his palate. He set the fork down and slowly raised a glass of his finest wine and took a long draught. Setting the goblet down, the King looked up at the ceiling and spoke,
“Why, to give thanks to God for the abundance I have given to each of you.” Everyone applauded and murmured in approval.
“But Father,” and this was unthinkable, for no one ever challenged the King once He made a pronouncement. “But Father,” the Prince continued, “you have given us nothing.”
No one made a sound. Even the dogs stopped gnawing on their bones.
“Everything we have, this food, this castle, our clothes, our riches…everything came from the labors of those who work for you….for us.”
An uncomfortable fidgeting filled the Great Hall. Almost unseen in the shadows, the servant girls bowed their heads, as if in shame.
“I challenge each one of you,” the Prince grew bolder, “to look at your hands. Go ahead, look at them. Fine and smooth and white and clean; never having seen a day’s labor tilling the soil or weaving the cloth or baking the bread.”
There was a rustling around the Hall as some looked at their hands, some hid their hands, and children held their hands up so their mothers could see. The Prince took a nearby servant girl by the arm and escorted her forward.
“Look at her hands.” Nobles averted their eyes. “Look at her hands!” the Prince commanded, holding the servant girl’s arms out for all to see. “She has done more work in an hour this day then all of us put together.” the Prince paused, then added, “Myself included.”
The King rose, a long, slow rising, one befitting his regal character. “Son.” He spoke with the voice of power and authority. “Son,” the King’s voice softened. “It is her station in life. Just as you have yours, we all have ours.” The King waved to the entire room.
“And why is that, Father?” the Prince spoke earnestly, “A happenstance of birth? What makes her any different than my sister, other than her being born into poverty while my sister was born into wealth?’
“But that makes all the difference in the world!” a noble shouted out.
“Silence!” commanded the King. The noble sat, red-faced. “What, indeed….?” the King muttered, almost inaudibly.
“If we are to give thanks to God,” the Prince addressed the assemblage, “then we must give our thanks for the likes of her, and for everyone who toils for our gain.” The King nodded in approval.
“My son speaks well.” the King stood and proclaimed. Everyone applauded.
“I am not finished!” the Prince’s eyes flashed with that flash of righteous indignation seldom seen amongst men who compromise comfort for truth. Some women gasped at his boldness.
“Even as we speak, even as we dine, your subjects starve!” the Prince looked his father directly in the eyes. “Giving thanks must be more than mere words, more than a hollow prayer to God.” The Prince’s steel-blue eyes fixed upon the blue-gray of his father’s. “Giving thanks must be more than one day in three-sixty-five.”
“Giving thanks must be every day of every year. Giving thanks must be making sure that every, every subject has enough to eat, has a roof over their heads and has decent clothes to wear!”
“And how do you propose I do that!?!” the King roared. The nobles, who have felt the King’s wrath before, shrank back.
“I don’t know. You’re the King. You figure it out.” the Prince replied, comically, as he was want to do in moments of tension. Stifled laughter echoed in the distant reaches of the Great Hall. Whether from a noble or servant, no one could tell.
The Prince sat down, still looking at his father.
The King, still standing, fiddled with his food with his fork and knife. Nobles glanced around, furtively, their wives quietly hushing the children. The Prince’s sister looked at him, then at the servant girl, then down at her own unblemished hands.
The King set down his utensils and picked up the large carving knife next to the boar. “My son,” he said, at last, “come here.” The King waved at the Prince with the knife. More than one face blanched at that moment, but not the Prince’s, who rose and walked to his father’s side.
“My son,” the King began, “what separates us from those who toil for our gain is naught but a happenstance of birth.” Some gasps were heard. “But!” the King looked around the room, “But that should not stop us from Giving Thanks!” The gasps turned to sighs of relief. “Thanks to God, for the blessings He has bestowed upon us!” Applause broke out. “And chief!…” the King paused long enough for the applause to stop, “and chief amongst those blessings are those who toil, whose hands are like that servant girl’s, calloused and worn and dirty and untrimmed. Without her and her kindred, I, you, none of us, would have what we have come to believe is our birthright!” This time it was the King’s eyes that flashed with righteous indignation.
“Your words are well-spoke.” the King tapped the Prince’s breast with the carving knife. “And you have much passion on the subject. And, as you have so eloquently noted, I am the King, so I have figured it out.” he paused for effect. For a moment, it seemed as if no one dare breathe until the King spoke.
“You figure it out!” the King roared in laughter. The nobles joined, nervously at first, as did their wives, then growing in enthusiasm. Children took the moment to shovel more tasty morsels into their mouths. Eventually the laughter subsided.
“I’m serious,” said the King. “By Christmas Morn I want you to present a plan that will ensure each and every one of my subjects has enough food to each, a place to stay and decent clothes to wear.”
“I will, father.” replied the Prince, who had already given much thought to such a plan.
*****
Fairy Tales are supposed to end with “And they all lived happily ever after” but this is not a true fairy tale. It has a beginning, a middle, and the promise of an end, but the end’s not written. It is still a hope, a dream, a wish that has yet to come true.
I’m watching Patrick Murphy (guy who defeated Allen West) on The Ed Show, and he’s supposedly a CPA but he just said something that sounded stupid and disingenuous to me.
“…we’re going to have to really look at our tax code from scratch. I said the million dollars because I believe so many S-Corps, there’s so many businesses out there that want to keep that money invested in their companies. That’s why I have the line at a million dollars.”
He’s referring to the low limit of income above which taxes should be raised, of course. Now, why would the money be taxed as income if the S-Corp reinvested it into the business? The only money that is taxed is the amount removed from the business as personal income. This guy sounded like just another protector of the wealthy to me, even if it’s only the mid-wealthy.
That’s a good tale and it is true. There’s a big difference between a progressive and a conservative. The progressive will use their wealth to give back to the community whereas a conservative hides their wealth in off-shore tax shelters.
You made me cry BnF. I will remember tomorrow that a truly thankful heart is one which desires to give more generously out of the abundance we are thankful for.
Happy Birthday, a little late.
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I’m honored this tale moved you so.
The middle east is on fire, again, and I can’t help but wonder if all this turmoil is the result of years of US meddling in the area for the purpose of securing oil. The purpose of Israel being “our friend” is to keep an eye on the Arab nations. We all know that Israel has “the bomb” but our government turns a blind eye to that fact. The Arab Spring is changing the balance of power in the area which makes Israel more vulnerable. I just hope that we stay out of this mess. If the fundies want to get involved, then they can go over there and do their thing but leave us and the rest of the world out of it.
59% of Americans think that the Book of Revelation will come to pass (and probably in their lifetime), 33% of Americans think that allowing the state of Israel to clear the Holy Land of ‘infidels’ and rebuild the temple will hasten the return of Jesus……
….stupid, willfully ignorant, bigoted and self-deluded people want to f*** it up for the rest of us.
I’m going to suggest those 33% head on over to Jerusalem and get started on the temple. Tell them they’ll have to gather their own straw for the mud bricks.
Of late, the chatter has it that we’ll soon have sufficient oil without relying on the Middle East. When/if that happens, we will no longer need the Saudis or the Emirates–which means we won’t need Israel. The cynic in me says that most of the American people would be comfortable washing our hands of the whole mess and letting all “those people” kill each other off.
Gummitch – It’s total and utter bollocks
Linking here to the Oil Drum
Ralph Nader asks – Just what *is* the US national interest defending Israel without question
Good news, everyone. Gloria Allred has become involved in the Petraeus drama.
Is she representing all the women with whom the generals did not have an affair?
My apologies to the kind people here at the Zoo….
I went shopping for supplies and discovered i had made an error in posting the Bloody Mary recipe.
I use a 64 oz bottle of Clamato, not a liter as previously published….
you may stone me now…
Mmmmmm Clamato.
Where do you want the medicinal marijuana shipped to?
😉
~~~~don’t Bogart that joint my friend~~~~~
I must admit that I would like to shop in one of those pot dispensaries at least once.
Brownies, mmmmmmm
Ooohhh, I’m a little bit sick, too. Just send it to Switzerland.
A mere slip of the lip twix the cup and the keyboard.
It did remind me of a party I once gave. A mexican theme with gazpacho, margaritas, Snapper Veracruz and assorted finger goodies. Sadly, the gazpacho wasn’t as popular as expected as it was a deck party, not a sit down so soup eating was difficult. And I underestimated the popularity of margaritas and didn’t get enough lime juice. The upshoot was an experiment making Bloody Marias. Not too shabby.
good call!
Huh.
Maybe I’m not such a lightweight after all.
I missed the recipe 😦 and I love bloody Mary’s.
Good tale for the dinner table tomorrow…
TtT,
Thanks. This story, I think, begs for the re-telling of it. Truth be told, I was merely a conduit in the writing of it…it litterally wrote itself in a couple of hours. When I started, I had no idea of where it would go, or what I would write about. I just felt moved to write a story about giving thanks – and this is where the Muse led me.
There’s a lesson in here, and a hope. A hope that someday, those in power will be like the King – wise enough to realize just what, and to whom, we should be thankful for. – and this applies equally to those who believe in God and those who don’t.
It’s a story that’s not finished yet – and won’t be, as long as there are those who suffer through no fault of their own.
(would that this story would go viral…sigh…maybe someday….)
Excellent piece, BnF. I have long been puzzled by the rich. How they can live in the lap of luxury, pampered and coddled in a world full of things they are utterly incapable of doing. The buildings they live in, the furniture they use, even the food they eat; all beyond their talents to supply other than by waving money. And totally blind to that fact.
I do believe we in America have Peter Principled ourselves to the edge of oblivion.
yes, an excellent column BnF !
A few tokes and there will be no leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner.
They know the price of everything, but the value of nothing.
Whoah – did not catch this story yesterday….. the Mars Rover has found….. what?
So that’s where they left the Transmogrifier.
Elvis
I watch the NASA rover site regularly, chaffing at the dribble of official info they pass out.
To be serious, I’m guessing methane – a byproduct gas that comes form something living that is making a stab at taking a breath or otherwise doing something that microbes do…..
I know methane is a focus of the sampling, still I keep hoping for something really cool, like a fossil…
The Space Modulator! They found where Bugs hid it!
lol
Marvin’s helmet…
Lindsay Lohan’s acting career…
Jimmy Hoffa
Sorry, I didn’t see this until after I posted my comment. Well, if two people say the same thing then it must be true.
Waldo.
Nonewhere just told me that the Mars Rover found Jimmy Hoffa. 🙂
Well, they’re waiting to confirm it isn’t Sandra Fluke. From the article:
Morning Nutjobs
The earth is obviously 7,000 years old
All that Bible stuff is literally true
h/t obviously to LGF
It’s impossible to argue with “logic” like that. They are so invested in fantasy that information from the real world can’t reach them.
kind of like talking to North Koreans
I had a very spirited and divisive debate with Her Indoors on faith v science and why I am so dismissive of what I call ‘stupid, irrational people’ who think that their ‘values’ which seem to come from a selective use of an ancient history of a bedouin people can be imposed on *me*.
It didn’t end well.
Some reading for me the next few days – am I a ‘militant atheist’? Or not…. I have found myself disagreeing with the ‘baiting’ I have seen by atheist groups….
– that’s it in a nutshell. Call it ‘Sharia’ call it ‘family values’….. it’s all about control. I for one, will not return to the Middle Ages.
oops failure to close tag ….. 😦
tag closed successfully. the post will survive with minimal post-op care.
Thangyouthangyouverrymucchh
Such children.
We need more Soledad O’Briens. At least one per network. of course, she will never get a reichwhiner to agree with her premise much less answer the damned question but it’s refreshing to see stark facts introduced to any argument.
http://thinkprogress.org/security/2012/11/21/1226711/cnn-host-exposes-gops-hypocrisy-on-benghazi/
Senator ‘get off my lawn’ and Senator ‘my mint julip is too warm’ can go Cheney themselves. Soledad should pull them on her show and rhetorically disembowel them – but they won’t because they are gutless shites.
The Seventh Senses reprises a classic Sarah holiday moment…
http://ken_ashford.typepad.com/blog/2012/11/its-thanksgiving-and-time-for-an-annual-tradition.html
Then: The brillance that is Sarah – the chosen one of the goopers…
Now: GrampsMcCain has a difficult time accepting Susan Rice for SoS stating Rice isn’t qualified.
Gramps crawl back under the covers and stay irrelevant and out of sight!
WTF? Senate dems are removing the warrant requirement before emails can be read? WTF?
The fear is too deeply embedded. The Grand Experiment is dying.
Oh spit, and kick in the groin to Leahy!
Things to be thankful for : the Mitt Romney edition
You know – I’ve just worked out who he looks like
Mitt: Shop smart, shop S-mart!
Except Mitt has none of the badassery of Bruce Campbell.
Fox News’ Tantaros: Living on food stamps would be a great diet
bitch doesn’t know that cheap food actually packs on the pounds. But no worries, she’ll never take the challenge.
Right. I bet she whines for a week if she thinks there aren’t enough white chocolate shavings on her $10.00 cup of coffee.
It would take a certain amount of shaving to cover the spit from the underpaid coffee pumper?
Jesse Jackson Jr has resigned from Congress.
It might be the woo woo crowd with their planetary alignment ideas and the Age of Aquarius stuff and the end of the Mayan calendar cycle are truly portents of some big changes for mankind. Toss in the global climate change along with the diminished supply of readily available natural resources and it becomes clear that major changes have to be on the near horizon.
For the first time in global history (that we have recorded) we are sort of as Jimmy Buffet said,”the cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder, we’re an over 40 victim of fate”. There are no new frontiers to speak of. The easily inhabitable and plundered areas have all been done and overdone. In a crude analogy we have shit in every room of the house, raided every pantry and baby, its cold outside.
The silly idea that God is going to clean up after us? Entirely possible but it is more likely we will be part of that clean up. We may very well be entering a new age but it won’t be a pretty one. At least not to begin. There is a lot of deadwood to be pruned and cleaned away.
This planet can shake us off let a dog shaking off water
Either there is no God or he’s a bit of a c***…… they might call it ‘mysterious ways’ …. I call it ‘you’ve no f**king clue what God wants either because it all just looks like random shit to me, so why don’t you STFU’
Turtle speaks/writes my mind!
An update on the procedure and a small warning. The procedure is working somewhat as advertised. Back pain levels have dropped significantly, ability to walk and stand is very much improved. The warning is without that distraction my mind is much more free to wander into areas that may provoke odd comments. (You may have noticed)
Glad to read your health is improving!
Comment away…we love you just the way you are!
Ebb, the worrisome part is while the injections drop the pain they do nothing for the conditions that were causing the pain. The doctor who did the procedure explained that the arthritis is actually trying to fuse the joints (which may take several years) and by numbing the pain I am actually undoing that effort daily, thus extending the process for years. Not to mention making it possible for me to do something stupid because it no longer hurts.
Hooda, movement is good to slow down arthritis. I’m told the same for my rheumatic hands. Taking the pain away, so you can even move is very beneficial. BnF is not wrong about the hemp treatment either. Relaxation takes some more of the pain away.
Exercising in a pool is great for arthritis.
Second.
Hooda, I am happy you are better now.
How to Cook With Cannabis This Thanksgiving
For those of you spending this Thursday with weed-friendly friends and family, here’s a quick guide to cooking with cannabis.
http://www.alternet.org/how-cook-cannabis-thanksgiving
The conservatards in Harrisburg will never legalize marijuana in PA.
So?
A few hundred years ago a bunch of religious fundamentalists, with little or no knowledge of farming or living off the land, crossed an ocean to farm and live off a land they knew nothing about. They ignored the advice of the friendly natives and were facing starvation entering their first winter. A winter like none they had ever seen. The native rulers, seeing that these people were about to starve, imposed a tax on their citizens and gathered up all the food and furs and blankets they could spare to give to these starving strangers. This event is celebrated by the descendents of these strangers to this day while the friendly natives were repaid with genocide.
One party would be called the ‘Republicans’ – the ones who denied basic facts of nature and prayed for ‘God to provide’ and the other party would be Democrats…. who filled with compassion, leveraged a fair way of caring for others less fortunate than themselves, selflessly…..
… which ones where the Christians again?
That would be the Indians…which would be sort of weird.
Yo Gramps, would you like some crow with that Rice?
The cranky douchebag now acknowledges there is no evidence that Susan Rice was responsible for editing CIA talking points after the Benghazi attack, and that the DNI gave her what she subsequently went on TV with. End of scandal. No formal retraction or apology of course:
” Today’s news comes just a week after McCain went on national television and claimed that Rice’s “talking points came from the White House, not from the DNI. He added on Fox that “I think it’s patently obvious that the talking points that Ambassador Rice had didn’t come from the CIA. It came from the White House.” For weeks, McCain has lambasted the administration for engaging in “either a cover-up or the worst kind of incompetence” on the Benghazi attack.”
Of course, McCain believed it was perfectly obvious that Saddam had WMDs in Iraq.
http://thinkprogress.org/security/2012/11/20/1225461/mccain-rice-benghazi-talking-points/?mobile=nc
Looks like the RNC finally got enough Valium into his Geritol.
It will make no difference. The only people who actually bought his crap are the same people who just figure “the libruls got to him”. Retractions and corrections actually serve to reinforce their wrong beliefs.
BTW. Black guy in the White House.
“Black guy in the White House.”
What? Really? When did that happen? Why didn’t anybody tell me?
Pic by by Charles Martin & W.H. Longley
First Underwater Color Photo, a Hogfish (1926)
Remember long, long ago, (maybe 3 years ago) those halcyon days of innocence, when Black Friday sales started on a day called “Friday”? Yeah, it’s apparently been moved to Wednesday.
Well, here the schools were out today, so some parents took PTO so they wouldn’t have to find sitters, so they had a day to shop if they wanted.
It’s all about getting those dollars out of consumers’ pockets before the competitor gets them.
Maybe Black Week is a better name. Do they call it Hispanic Friday in Arizona?
I still find it amusing that the freaks who whine about a “war on Christmas” if a company doesn’t force their employees to say “merry Christmas” don’t even peep about those same stores forcing their employees to work on a national holiday.
An interesting story about the “librul media”. There’s very little specific information in the story but I wonder if their resignations have to do with not being allowed to call lies “lies”.
Oops! Link.
http://videocafe.crooksandliars.com/david/maine-news-anchor-team-resigns-air-over-unba
Vicious little brats. It must really suck to live if one’s political ambitions make it impossible to acknowledge that anything good ever happens anywhere in the world. Sane people should celebrate the cease fire. Period!
http://thinkprogress.org/security/2012/11/21/1230351/gop-senators-attack-obama-praise-egyptian-president-gaza/
Perfectly stated. UnAmerican also comes to mind!
They are such bitter, small-minded persons. Soon enough they’ll realize Obama has four more years!
It’s like they have all the worst qualities of a toddler who has just discovered the power of tantrums and adolescents indulging in their cruelty to rise in the pecking order. Perhaps the most maddening thing is that I end up feeling bad when I realize that I probably wouldn’t spare any of them a mouthful of spit if they were on fire.
The Very First Americans
Guess we always knew them damn Injuns wasn’t (and still ain’t!) Amurkans.
Disgusting fuckers, those Gingriches. Bote of dem.
Yeah, except those danged Hispanics settled St Augustine in 1565 and Santa Fe in 1598. So if any eurotrash wants to try and claim rights to America, the Hispanics have it.
If one were to be honest, the English speaking people were the last Europeans to find America. The Scandihoovians and Irish were first followed by the Spanish and French. The English speakers didn’t come into play until they figured they had someplace to dump their heretical trash.
There are very good reasons to believe that the Basques were among the earliest European visitors to the Western Hemisphere, in their pursuit of the great Medieval commodity, salt cod. By all means read Kurlansky’s brilliant book, Cod.
In Cod we Trust?
Cod? Oh yeah. I remember eating cod. Our grandchildren won’t. They will get to reminisce about their favorite minnow recipes because every type of fish that grows to a large size will be effectively extinct. And don’t even get me started about what they might find in a can of “tuna”.
And the first Georgians were English prisoners, culled from debtor prisons while the English puritans were fleeing European suppression of their psychotic interpretations of religion. There is a reason they didn’t have anything when they landed in America.
I can imagine that the Gingriches are the most insufferable people at any party or Thanksgiving table. Thank goodness I’ll never find out for myself.
Another record high temp today and at least 50F tomorrow. Then the bottom is predicted to fall out and and we should only hit “normal” on Friday. The really weird thing about all this weird, though very enjoyable, weather is that I think there’s more green grass now than there was at the end of August.
They shouldn’t feel too bad. After all, Mittens was elected as the President of the Confederate States of America. At least they have that going for them.
Triple shot o’ cute!
That looks like dycker’s “Scout”!
Awwwwww…
Alternate captions:
1. I bet you would never guess I’m a tree’s worst nightmare.
2. I haven’t realized that I’m almost as delicious as I am cute.
3. This ain’t whack-a-mole. Feed me, human!
I wonder if he’ll every figure out the voices in his head aren’t “god?”
As long as his flock doesn’t figure out, he never will.
His flock could figure it out, and tear him into quivering shreds of wet meat, and “Pat” still wouldn’t know shit about the cause and effect universe inhabited by sane people. It’s impossible to figure out whether he’s more crazy or more evil because he’s off both scales.
Well, you see, “sometimes misses God’s message” is a euphemism for; “I make shit up because I hate almost everybody and I want to hurt them sooooooooo bad but I’m just a feeble old fool who’s only talent is separating fools from their money”.
Wankaaaaaa!
If Pat Robertson were such an unreliable vehicle for a Message From God, then why would God choose him for such a thing?
Shorter Pat: “God lied to me!”
Now, if he “blew” the election prediction he got directly from God Almighty Himself, how can we trust Pat to correctly interpret the Bible???
I don’t think I could trust “Pat” to interpret the load in his diaper. To mix a “Pat” metaphor with one from Bill0…
Goes on clean, comes off smelly. Never a miscommunication. You can’t explain that.
I’ve been working in the shops (behind the scenes) getting things ready for the shopping weekend (Friday thru Monday), and while I’m going to be offering a public 15% off coupon code for the general public, I wanted to let y’all know the coupon codes for friends and family:
In Z Bag: IZBFFNOV12 (20% off)
Honeybump Soaps: HBSFFNOV12 (15% off)
These codes won’t be active until sometime late Thursday evening, and of course, no obligation.
I’ll post this again tomorrow for anyone who missed it today.
From Climate Change
Don’t get me started!
The worst possible case predicted in the 1980s has been met or exceeded in every instance. And? A tiny portion of the population still continues to deny the reality unfolding all around them because Al Gore made that goddamned movie.
“Look at a fucking thermometer, assholes!”
It is rather sombering that we may well have already set in motion that which will cause the extinction of our species within 100-200 years
So?
Give thanks for what you have here and now. For nothing else matters….
And I do, because I don’t have anything else to go on … g’night BNF
sus anal bum party?
That’s how I’m reading it too, House. 😉