Why I Am A Libertarian

When it comes to American politics, we all know "the rules":

Rule #1 - The fake choice.  You must chose between one of two political parties, Democrats or Republicans--otherwise, as the big fraud claims, you are simply "throwing your vote away".

Rule #2 - Your assigned beliefs.  Once you choose a party, ALL of your beliefs are decided for you.  Regardless of your personal beliefs on the individual issues, your party politicians will vote on your behalf as follows:

Issue - Democrat - Republican

Taxes - Should be higher - Should be lower

Abortion - Pro-choice - Pro-life

Defense - Spend less - Spend more

Amnesty - Let them in - Kick them out

Social Programs - Everything is a right - You get what you earn

War on Drugs -  Legalize it - Keep it illegal

Death Penalty - Wrong - Fry 'Em

Govt Spending  - The sky is the limit - Make some cuts

Stem Cell Research - Yes - No

War - What is it good for? - Kill 'em all...

Foreign Policy - Prop them up - Make them US

Size of Government - HUGE - huge

Church & State - Keep them separate - In God we trust

Global Warming - Junk Science - The End Is Near

Morality -  Live and let live - The bible knows best

Civil Rights - They are racists - They play the race card

Gay marriage - Fair - Immoral

Economics - Give to the poor - Don't take from the rich

Role of govt - Take care of me - Control me

So, if you feel really, extremely, ridiculously strongly about one of these issues (or simply agree with one side slightly more than you do the other) you can vote that way and have all the other issues decided for you.  Or, if you are split pretty evenly, you can flip a coin--what's the difference?  You can either go with the democrats where most decisions revolve around feelings, sensitivities, and the government ensuring fairness, or you can go with the republicans where most decisions revolve around religious beliefs, moralities, and the government knowing what's best.

The problem with a two party system such as ours extends beyond merely having to choose between the better of two evils.  Neither party gives you the opportunity to hold a consistent set of beliefs.  This is because neither party derives its belief structure from a consistent source.  Democrats largely rely on feelings, Republicans generally rely on morality, and both parties claim to rely on the Constitution (when it happens to agree with the democrat's feelings or the republican's morals).  Both parties use a mixture of feeling, philosophy, and agenda to define their policies and both are forced to hold conflicting stances.  You can not adhere to all the beliefs generally held within either party without being a hypocrite.

If you are a Democrat, how does it make any sense to be ok with killing unborn babies, but against killing mass murderers?  How can you truly support fairness and equality for all, while you expect one class of people to be completely supported by the work of another?  How can you claim to support free expression, but also support laws against "hate speech"?

If you are a Republican, how can you support the rights of people to smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol, but fight tooth and nail against marijuana?  How can you frame so many arguments around morality and values, but then fight against health care and bomb poor people in foreign countries into oblivion?  How can you refuse to allow illegal immigrants in because they take our jobs, but then be ok with sending our jobs out to them (outsourcing/sweat shops)?

Source--support for individual liberty.  This happens to be the same source that was relied on when our founding fathers framed our Declaration of Independence and Constitution.  The belief structure is simple:  Government should be small and limited, and people should be able to do whatever they want as long as their actions don't hinder anyone else's ability to do the same.  People have the right to decide their own morality, and are responsible for the consequences of their decisions.  This results in far more consistency across the typical issues.  Let's re-examine the list above in a purely constitutional / small government / individual liberty approach: exist in a system such as ours.  Enter Libertarianism.  Libertarians try to derive all of their opinions from Consistency.  It's simple.

Issue - Freedom

Taxes - As low as possible

Abortion - based on personal beliefs *

Defense - Spend less

Amnesty - Keep them out

Social Programs - Your welfare is your responsibility

War on Drugs - Your welfare is your responsibility

Death Penalty - based on personal beliefs *

Govt Spending - Small Government = Small spending

Stem Cell Research - None of Government's business

War - Only when necessary

Foreign Policy - THEIR welfare is THEIR responsibility

Size of Government -  SMALL

Church and State -  Keep them separate

Global Warming - None of Government's business

Morality -  Live and let live

Civil Rights - All men are created equal

Gay marriage - Your welfare is your responsibility-not a government issue

Economics- Free Market/Tax Corporate Profits

Role of government - Protect my freedoms

*Abortion and the death penalty, are very unlikely to have a unified stance within ANY party--because they rely on personal beliefs about when someone becomes human and when someone can no longer be considered human.  Even these complex issues, where there appears to be no stance, remain completely consistent in their adherence to the Constitution (which clearly says that some issues are better left to individual states).

This is why I always implore people to re-examine their political views, and try to adjust them around a singular unified source--Personal Liberty.  Instead of framing all issues in terms of conservative vs liberal, democrat vs republican, or moral vs immoral--try framing them in terms of individual liberty vs government control.  This exercise is not easy.  Sometimes it's very difficult to do--particularly where personal moral and/or religious beliefs are involved.  You must realize that leaving your own moral and political beliefs out of politics does not mean that you are leaving them out of your life.  You can remain true to your beliefs by choosing to live your own life according to them.  You are simply making a decision not to impose your beliefs or lifestyle on other people, because you wouldn't want them to impose their beliefs or lifestyles on you.  Furthermore, if you must choose between a democrat and a republican, try to remain as true as you can to liberty--pick the candidate who does the most to increase individual liberty (and/or decrease government intervention). I choose to be a Libertarian because I live my life by the bible. The most precious gift God gives us besides eternal life is free will, the ability to choose. He tells us not to judge. So live your life with worrying that you will be judged but don't encroach on my freedom to do the same.

It's all about consistency.  If you support individual liberty you will never be a hypocrite.

Talk About It Tuesday....30 Random Things

1. I hate clichés. Although I use them. This list probably being one.
2. I am disturbingly dead-on with directions. A definite aberration for a woman.
3. I have the same breakfast of champions, every day. Beef Jerky, a Soda (either Coke or Dr. Pepper). It has been my breakfast, every day, since I was 25 with the exception of when I was pregnant with the youngest punk.
4. I am hypersensitive to smells. And they often make me throw up.
5. I can't eat tomatoes without getting sick. I keep hoping that changes and continue eating them anyway.
6. I don't do fake or excessively feminine, which is funny because I am in the beauty industry. YUCK. Yet, I love: extensions, hair pieces, long finger nails, jewelry, and accessories (purses, boots, shoes, belts, and bling).
7. I have a hard time not wanting to correct people's bad grammar and spelling. It makes me cringe when I hear someone say " I seen" or "Let me ax you a question."
8. I am a true southern woman. I love BBQ, good manners, sweet tea, butter, funnel cakes, bacon, and cowboys. I also talk too much (if we are friends), ask too many questions, am too opinionated, and make too many lists.
9. I have several bad habits: not being punctual unless it involves money, becoming bored with people, buying too much jewelry, saying exactly what's on my mind, spoiling my punks, and making too many lists.
10. I believe in God. I am very grateful for the blessed life I have. I am very religious. I love to worship but don't always attend church.
11. I give all the people who are close to me, a nickname made up by me with a special meaning.
12. I am extremely loyal to those I care about and I am guilty of judging those I don't.
13. I am extremely anal retentive. My house and barn stays spotless yet the outside of my pick up is dirty, ALWAYS. I am extremely organized but I misplace things often.
14. I think men with a little gray hair are hot, probably because I know they are a little insecure about it. I hate it when a man has delicate or pale hands. It makes me want to throw up.
15. I like to be facing the restaurant or the doorway, not the wall, when out to dinner.
16. I prefer beef to chicken, bare feet to socks, Coke to Pepsi, lima beans to black eyed peas, and I don't like chocolate.
17. I have no desire to live anywhere other than Oklahoma and I could never live in a highly populated area happily. I am quite content to live in isolation.
18. I have better than perfect vision in one eye and am legally blind in the other.
19. I have a huge fear of public bathrooms and obese people (which is sad because I have become an obese person).
20. I honestly don't care if people like me, yet I am thrilled when I make a new friend. When I do they are usually a friend for life. I have never had many female friends because I don't like most females. Sometimes this disturbs me.
21. I burn bridges frequently. In fact, I firebomb them. If I cut you out of my life, I never change my mind.
22. I bite my cuticles when I get nervous. I pick my nose when I get a new set of nails. I am extremely quiet in large crowds and I cannot mount a horse from the right side since I was diagnosed with MS.
23. I rarely, if ever, carry cash. Yet I always have enough change for a pay phone or parking meter.
24. I am a typical woman driver and it doesn't bother me. In fact, I have had to take a field sobriety test twice and neither time was I drunk.
25. I prefer plants to flower and have quite the green thumb but I LOVE Calla Lilies.
26. I love being very intelligent but sometimes I am too smart for my own damn good. I never play dumb. EVER. And I always say exactly what I mean. If you ask me a question, ask what you want to know because I am a semantics person.
27. I am sarcastic, snarky, a smart ass, and sassy. But I am never rude.
28. If I am livid, I cry (and I hate to cry even though I do it often.). If you make me mad, I am often mean. I am a shameless flirt but am harmless.
29. I am a very good mom-mom. It is the best thing I do every day. I dread the day the punks no longer need me on a day to day basis. Being a mom-mom defines me and is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced, which is funny because I never want to be a mother.
30. There are two things I have never had, that I pray to one day have: To have one person who knows me, all of me and to experience marriage with the love of my life before I get much older, so that we may spend the rest of our lives together. 

The Magic Of His Kiss

He kissed me and nothins been the same since. I miss him. I freely admit it. I wanted him to fight for me, for us. I crave this man. I realize that it isn't to be. He’s made his choice. I can't forget him. I realize the memory of his face will fade in time. Yet his kiss is burned into my brain as somethin that a woman never forgets.......

I dreamt of my cowboy last night. I dreamt he kissed me again and again. I'm not talking some peck on the cheek or lips, or some systematic tongue wrestle. Yeah, okay...so, I have a lip fetish, and when I see or think about beautiful lips, I imagine how I'd like to kiss them. The frustratin thing is that although I've kissed some beautiful lips, I've never had an amazin, out-of-body-experience, crazy-passionate kiss before. Until HIM. And he kissed me.

When he kisses me, it isn't like some horny man going through the motions of foreplay because he HAS to. He isn't trying to lead UP to somethin - his KISS was the main dish, and the sex...the dessert.

This man kisses me so wild and freely. He caresses my face, grabs my hair, teases my lips and pulls at them with his. There are no words that can justify the passion!!! He kisses me hard, and then kisses me soft...smooth and aggressive...all in one. He kisses me on top, flips me over, and kisses me some more. His kiss speaks volumes and always manages to convey somethin left unsaid....because words were simply not needed.

This is so feverish and hot...and I swear....I....LOSE...CONTROL.

His kiss stops me dead in the water, and leaves me vulnerable beyond belief.

He kisses me like I'd never been kissed...IN. MY. LIFE.
He's so sexy to me, and his mouth is no different. I can't stop thinkin about it. His lips are just full enough, never cracked or chapped, and look as soft as his skin is. Frankly, his mouth makes me hungry for more. I could kiss his lips forever.

I would give anything to hear him murmur, 'Baby Girl!' To hear the sound of him sigh. To look into my oilfield cowboy's eyes and see all I need to know.......

How do you forget that?

No, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus!

I feel like one of the greatest gifts I've ever given my punks is honesty. They have always known that there is no Santa, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy. And if you ask them, an allowance is a myth as well. The punks know that the only reason for the season is Jesus Christ. The punks understand that he wasn't born on December 25th and can show you where scripture supports that truth as well. What the punks do know is that a lie can do damage that can never be undone and that it destroys trust. That's not to say that we don't celebrate by giving gifts. You see the punk's CHRISTmas wish list is comprised of gifts to give others. We will spend CHRISTmas day by serving food to the homeless, as the gift of charity is another thing they've learned is important. Don't get me wrong, the punks get gifts but they've learned the important of giving to others, as the GREATEST gift we as Christians have ever received is the gift of life!

If you’ve wondered, “What is the history of the Christmas traditions?”… well, here you go.

Many of our modern Christmas traditions began hundreds of years before Christ was born. Some of these traditions date back more than 4000 years. The addition of Christ to the celebration of the winter solstice did not occur until 300 years after Christ died and as late as 1800, some devout Christian sects, like the Puritans, forbade their members from celebrating Christmas because it was considered a pagan holiday. So what is the history behind these traditions?

The Christmas Tree

This is derived from several solstice traditions. The Romans decked their halls with garlands of laurel and placed candles in live trees to decorate for the celebration of Saturnalia. In Scandinavia, they hung apples from evergreen trees at the winder solstice to remind themselves that spring and summer will come again. The evergreen tree was the special plant of their sun god, Baldor.

Gift Exchanging

The practice of exchanging gifts at a winter celebration is also pre-Christian and is from the Roman Saturnalia. They would exchange good-luck gifts called Stenae (lucky fruits). They also would have a big feast just like we do today.

Mistletoe

Mistletoe is from an ancient Druid custom at the winter solstice. Mistletoe was considered a divine plant and it symbolized love and peace. The tradition of kissing under the mistletoe is Druid in origin.

Yule log

The Scandinavian solstice traditions had a lot of influences on our celebration besides the hanging of ornaments on evergreen trees. Their ancient festival was called Yuletide and celebrated the return of the sun. One of their traditions was the Yule log. The log was the center of the trunk of a tree that was dragged to a large fireplace where it was supposed to burn for twelve days. From this comes the twelve days of Christmas.

December 25th

Even the date of Christmas, December 25, was borrowed from another religion. At the time Christmas was created in AD 320, Mithraism was very popular. The early Christian church had gotten tired of their futile efforts to stop people celebrating the solstice and the birthday of Mithras, the Persian sun god. Mithras’ birthday was December 25. So the pope at the time decided to make Jesus’ official birthday coincide with Mithras’ birthday. No one knows what time of year Jesus was actually born but there is evidence to suggest that it was in midsummer.

Roman pagans first introduced the holiday of Saturnalia, a week long period of lawlessness celebrated between December 17-25.  During this period, Roman courts were closed, and Roman law dictated that no one could be punished for damaging property or injuring people during the week long celebration.  The festival began when Roman authorities chose “an enemy of the Roman people” to represent the “Lord of Misrule.”  Each Roman community selected a victim whom they forced to indulge in food and other physical pleasures throughout the week.  At the festival’s conclusion, December 25^th, Roman authorities believed they were destroying the forces of darkness by brutally murdering this innocent man or woman.

Santa Claus

Nicholas was born in Parara, Turkey in 270 CE and later became Bishop of Myra.  He died in 345 CE on December 6^th.  He was only named a saint in the 19^th century.

Nicholas was among the most senior bishops who convened the Council of Nicaea in 325 CE and created the New Testament.  The text they produced portrayed Jews as “the children of the devil” who sentenced Jesus to death.

In 1087, a group of sailors who idolized Nicholas moved his bones from Turkey to a sanctuary in Bari, Italy.  There Nicholas supplanted a female boon-giving deity called The Grandmother, or Pasqua Epiphania, who used to fill the children’s stockings with her gifts.  The Grandmother was ousted from her shrine at Bari, which became the center of the Nicholas cult.  Members of this group gave each other gifts during a pageant they conducted annually on the anniversary of Nicholas’ death, December 6.

The Nicholas cult spread north until it was adopted by German and Celtic pagans. These groups worshiped a pantheon led by Woden –their chief god and the father of Thor, Balder, and Tiw. Woden had a long, white beard and rode a horse through the heavens one evening each Autumn.  When Nicholas merged with Woden, he shed his Mediterranean appearance, grew a beard, mounted a flying horse, rescheduled his flight for December, and donned heavy winter clothing.

In a bid for pagan adherents in Northern Europe, the Catholic Church adopted the Nicholas cult and taught that he did (and they should) distribute gifts on December 25^thinstead of December 6^th.

In 1809, the novelist Washington Irving (most famous his The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van Winkle) wrote a satire of Dutch culture entitled Knickerbocker History. The satire refers several times to the white bearded, flying-horse riding Saint Nicholas using his Dutch name, Santa Claus.

Dr. Clement Moore, a professor at Union Seminary, read Knickerbocker History, and in 1822 he published a poem based on the character Santa Claus: “Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.  The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there…”  Moore innovated by portraying a Santa with eight reindeer who descended through chimneys.

The Bavarian illustrator Thomas Nast almost completed the modern picture of Santa Claus.  From 1862 through 1886, based on Moore’s poem, Nast drew more than 2,200 cartoon images of Santa for Harper’s Weekly.  Before Nast, Saint Nicholas had been pictured as everything from a stern looking bishop to a gnome-like figure in a frock.  Nast also gave Santa a home at the North Pole, his workshop filled with elves, and his list of the good and bad children of the world.  All Santa was missing was his red outfit.

In 1931, the Coca Cola Corporation contracted the Swedish commercial artist Haddon Sundblom to create a coke-drinking Santa.  Sundblom modeled his Santa on his friend Lou Prentice, chosen for his cheerful, chubby face.  The corporation insisted that Santa’s fur-trimmed suit be bright, Coca Cola red.  And Santa was born – a blend of Christian crusader, pagan god, and commercial idol.

So, if you are celebrating any of the western traditions of Christmas this year, remember that you are actually enjoying the rituals and activities of several ancient religions whose traditions have been borrowed by the Catholic Church (and most Christian Churches) over the years for the celebration of the birth of Christ.   

So let it be known that there should only be one reason for the season: 

JESUS CHRIST!

All I Want For Christmas Is You (My Chemical Romance Version).....

Since Christmas is fast approaching, I'm makin' a list and checking it twice. However, this list isn't a list of what I'm going to get my loved ones. This is a list of what I want, my hearts desires, if you will.


So here it goes:


- I want a lottery ticket that's the big winner. I want that sucker to be worth a hundred mil. I actually play the lottery when I can remember to buy a ticket and always the same numbers. This weekend I won $47 and so now I'm jonesin' for the big one. If you're gonna dream, go big!


- I want a foo foo dog. Some cute little purse sized pooch that will be a nice companion for me while at the same time filling that nurturing void left by two sons who are growing up (too fast) and becoming less cuddly. I want to put bows in its fur or rhinestones on its collar and dress it in cute little clothes…..I want another Shih Tzu.


- I want a new drug, that gives me patience, so I don't want to kill every stupid person who crosses my path.


- I want a force field for around my pickup. I have had three accidents (two small fender benders, one more significant wreck) during the last two years, none of which were my fault. Prior to that? No accidents since I was twenty. Guess I was making up for lost time this year. Anyway, as expected, my insurance rates went up over $300 a year! So yea, a force field would be appreciated.


- I'd like a pool boy. Sure I don't have a pool anymore, but don't go gettin' all technical on me.


- I'd like a grandchild. BUT, I don't want either of my son's to father a child just yet. I don't know how you are going to work the logistics of this out, but it'd be cool if you could swing it somehow. We have my friend Andrea to thank for this. All I wanna do is hold Cinch and smell his little head but I haven't been able to this yet!


- I'd like a Girl Friday. Seriously, if someone could just come in once a week and run my errands, I'd be in heaven. As it is, I'm buried in hell ….and my errands won't wait.


- I want tickets to every decent concert that comes to town along with every sporting event known to man (at no charge!). I used to have season tickets to OSU's football games, but damn, they're expensive and I let my seats go. Wouldn't you know, they have the best season in years and no tickets. I have been to more concerts this year than ever before and good tickets are expensive…Heck, Crappy tickets are expensive….so this would be a great gift!


- I'd like to marry either George Clooney or Gary Allan. You decide, either works for me.


- What the heck, while I'm asking for the impossible could I throw in a request for a transporter? I hate driving (even more so since the whole wreck flurry), I am a typical woman driver, and it would be so efficient to just transport around here and there. By the way, if it could be a global transporter, all the better. Thanks.


- I want another new drug, that is all natural, cures that gettin old feeling, and keeps my boobs perky as a side effect.


- I'd like a maid who only uses the laundry soap, fabric softener, and dryer sheets I like. One that folds my clothes the way I like, the towels so they fit in the cabinet, and who hangs the linens on the line to dry, before ironing them and putting them away.


- I'd like a basement. I adore my little house, but I'd adore it even more if it had a basement.


- I'd like a membership to a local gym that caters to women only. You're going to have to build this gym because one that caters to women only does not exist within a reasonable distance to my house.


- I'd like to marry Kevin Costner or Val Kilmer. I have no real preference here, whichever you can strong arm into it.


- I'd like a lamp with a genie inside. Not a Barbara Eden type genie, I'll take the bald, buff genie dude like Vin Diesel or since I actually prefer older men, how about Bruce Willis, thankyouverymuch. I rub the lamp, he comes out and rubs my back and feet. Enough said.

- I'd like a nice ring to wear on my wedding finger since I lost my former one in a cattle pasture somewhere, I am hoping it will come with powers that repel douche bags, dumb asses, and posers. So far nothing else is working. It maybe my last hope......

- Truthfully, I have everything I need and consider myself more blessed than most. All I really want is the love of my life to show up this year….Really, not too much to ask for, is it?




The three things I lusted for this year, so if your feeling generous just let me know and I'll send you my address! :)

How about you? What's on your list?

Cowboy's Ten Commandments

translated the "King James" into "King Ranch" language: Ten Commandments, Cowboy Style.)

(1) Just one God.

(2) Honor yer Ma & Pa.

(3) No telling tales or gossipin'.

(4) Git yourself to Sunday meeting.

(5) Put nothin' before God.

(6) No foolin' around with another feller's gal.

(7) No killin'.

(8) Watch yer mouth.

(9) Don't take what ain't yers.

(10) Don't be hankerin' for yer buddy's stuff.

A Thanksgiving Invitation

To All Our Family and Friends:

Just a note to let you know we are hoping to see you Thanksgiving Day. But….

Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm telling you in advance, so don't act surprised.

Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes:

Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.

Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.

The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Mickey Mouse plate and the green napkins from last CHRISTmas.

Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.

We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.

As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.

We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like. In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a separate room. Next door.

Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.

I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that "passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread.

Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.

Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.

I hope you aren't too disappointed that Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. She probably won't come next year either.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!