It occurred to me last night that, for the first time in my life, I am grateful for a politician being as full of manure as Barack Obama apparently is. He campaigned on “Hope” and “Change”, constantly decrying Washington insiders and lobbyists as evilmongers. Now, we come to find out that all of his appointees are either Clinton administration leftovers, supporters of the Iraq war or, in the case of the Secretary of Defense, currently running it. So far, there is not a single person who has not had prior work experience in Washington. I don’t think that this line up is a great brain trust, but it’s a lot more palatable than the parade of horribles Obama might have selected.
With that in mind, and the knowledge that the universe works in strange ways, I thought this might be an opportunity to give thanks for other things, small and large:
- I am thankful for the Marines, and, to paraphrase George Orwell, for all the rough men and women who stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
- I am thankful for my loving wife, who inspires me, makes me laugh and always challenges my thinking.
- I am thankful for and my mother, my brother, my grandmother, my aunts, uncles and all my cousins, who each, in their own way, help to keep me sane and grounded, even in the absence of my late father.
- I am thankful for Sedona, every unquestioning wag of her tail, and the curious tilt of her ears. Dogs fill a hole in our hearts, dug by the strain of living in a human world. With Sedona, my cup runneth over.
- I am thankful for my friends, their support, their understanding and their company.
- I am thankful for my job. I often complain about it, but I am very often amazed at my career path, which is never so planned as much as serendipitous. I work for a strong company in the midst of a weak economy. In the past, I’ve made more money, but never had this much time to spend as I please.
I hope you have time, this year especially, to give thanks for the things you have. Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone.