Since today's Thanksgiving, I've got zero original content other than to say that Macy's was a disappointment. I was almost reduced to a red-faced rage when Harvey Fierstein appeared in Herald Square.

Little children watch (or used to watch, in my case) the NBC telecast of the parade for the cute stuff like Big Bird balloons and so forth. We tolerated these annoying intrusions of mediocre pop stars and people that no one outside of Broadway knew. Who at ten years old cares about the cast of Cats or some far lesser show? (Not you; they didn't have warships or automatic weapons. --Ed.) So that's the background I brought to Macy's. I've also seen it live, back in the mid-1990s. Watch it on TV, unless you're at Herald Square or are willing, like me, to stand in freezing temperatures for hours to watch the balloons.

Instead of a pleasant homage to Thanksgiving and years gone by, we get Harvey frickin' Fierstein in drag. What the---?!? No! Lots of kids probably started crying and asking their parents why that woman was so fat, so ugly, and had such a voice. The answer? Son, I'm afraid that sometimes, men don't want to be men. They want to be women. That's one of 'em. Or something. Had the Country Pundit any children (And a wife, or even reasonable prospects in those areas. --Ed.), he would have explained that NBC's having technical difficulties and that they should really be refilling their cereal bowls or something---go help your mother or something.

I didn't pay close attention to the telecast, and didn't watch with stopwatch and statistical breakdown of the percentages of broadcast time allotted, so my next point can easily be shot down by anyone with the information. Nevertheless, Macy's seemed to go by a lot faster this year. Maybe they focused on that dreadful team of Couric & Lauer more, or something; the turkey came through earlier than I remember, and Santa Claus arrived pretty quickly. I do, however, remember Lauer making some snide crack about the Texas bunch that sang in the double-breasted button shirts, one that I figured couldn't have been extended (safely) to other parts of our wonderful rainbow patchwork quilt society without the Reverend Jesse Jackson of the First Self-Righteous Church getting angry.

Oh well. At least the midday meal was good. We had my grandmother over from her place, and that's always a major accomplishment due to her being 91 and fragile. Good food and all that, plus the obligatory reading (by me, !@#$) of a Thanksgiving poem about "Over The River and Through the Woods".

And of course, the Commander-in-Thief needlessly spent taxpayer dollars in lying to the American people about Iraq again.

I was impressed by the President's Baghdad detour; it was, at the least, sorta gutsy¹, and seems to have been well calculated. That is, at least until Henry Waxman and Company get into the books and declare that Bush squandered precious taxpayer resources and that the American people deserve reimbursement from the President for his meal.

New chant for the anti-war protestors: BUSH LIED, THE TURKEY DIED!

¹ Admittedly, I'd hate to have seen the sad sack who would have drawn straws to take a shot at Air Force One. Shooting at a defenseless DHL cargo plane is one thing. Shooting at the Leader of the Free World's airplane is another.

Addendum: Two purchases, one of X-Men 2: X-Men United and the Don Davis soundtrack to The Matrix: Revolutions. Commentary later.

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