Yes, yes. I know. It's Thanksgiving. I ought to write something appropriate. When I was writing a column for the local weekly newspaper, I always managed to suck it up and compose something suitable for the holiday. An old fashioned Thanksgiving. Memories of Christmas past. My New Year Resolutions.

Well now I don’t have to do that. No one's paying for this blog. It's free and I’m free to be my true morose and miserable self. The lump of coal in everybody’s Christmas stocking. The soggy, underdone stuffing in the half-baked turkey.

Yes, I’m one of those people who hate the holidays. Eating too much doesn’t strike me as a good way to give thanks for having enough to eat while millions starve. Christmas seems to have become mostly a celebration of spending, which is supposed to be celebrated by spending, even by those who have nothing to spend. As for New Years...well, I’ll admit, seeing the state the world’s in and what’s likely to be coming down the pike, getting stinking drunk to greet the next 365 days might not be a bad idea.

Wait, I just thought of something to be thankful for. January 2, the holidays will be over!