i know the picture we were presented of this country is a false one, yet i'm coming around to thinking the holidays are not just a crucible of divorce and shuttling between angry residual parents and the false narratives that don't have to dominate any longer. can i let go the angst? why not? it's past! out there in the forsaken country something's coming to an end of hate and that means something's beginning of love. maybe? we can be thankful for the good things in life without celebrating conquest and occupation by the ruthless and powerful, the rich hucksters and tyrants on the take, and we can see the good things that can't be taken, the good things we're getting, we're making and giving.