The original Thanksgiving was very different from the national celebration of the modern age. The culture, food, and traditions have all changed with time.
The “Pilgrims” were thankful to be alive, having left Europe in search of a place where they could practice their religion.
Today the Americans are thankful for what? Football? It’s not a harvest that will sustain them through the winter. It’s not the visceral reality of staying alive in an alien land.
Sometimes I think that “there is nothing wrong with this nation that a good depression couldn’t cure” but that is lazy thinking. We are a nation of excess, and a depression would only temporarily address the symptoms and never the cause.
I’m not particularly thankful for anything right now. I’m glad to have a job, at least for a little bit longer. I’m glad my family is healthy. I worry about Syria spiraling out of control. I worry about the President’s plan to quadruple the number of refugees admitted next year, without also briefing a plan on how the same number of screening personnel can do as good a job with four times the workload.
What I am mostly, is tired. I’m tired of Islamist Terrorism. I’m tired of ineffective air campaigns against Islamist Terrorism. I’m tired of Russia threatening neighbors and waging information warfare and lawfare against them. I’m tired of North Korea being douchebags. I’m tired of a world that isn’t any safer than when I enlisted, 18 years ago.
Next up is Christmas. We’ll have to muddle through somehow.