Yeah. I mean it. Thanks for all the wily sons-of-bitches and daughters-of-dogs that wheel and deal with people we wouldn't allow in the front door to inch us a little further into whatever future we may dream, whether we dream of single-payer health care or a sidewalk.
I've got some dressing to prep so, in lieu of further composition, I'll refer you to stuff already written. Polis, Vintage Government, and Diversity on Ice, for starters.
The elephant in the room of my theme of peace, love and understanding is, of course, the chorus line of elephants currently headlining the Republican race for presidential consideration. Even they, I am willing to believe, bring something to the table, even if it's only the children's table with the little chairs and the virgin margaritas.
If nothing more, they may be ensuring the reelection of Barack Obama, for whom I am also, given the alternative, thankful. And assuming, of course, that by next Thanksgiving, I will be equally thankful for the wisdom of the American people.