Bev cooked up a vegan thanksgiving yesterday. She hosted it at her boyfriend’s parent’s house because they have a dishwasher. The address was right across from where I grew up. I didn’t recognize it but her boyfriend was my brother’s childhood friend. What a small world. Canadian Thanksgiving, as it is today, was influenced by American thanksgiving. Just in the way the holiday is celebrated. Why the holiday is celebrated is different. First Nations have a tradition of celebrating their hard work for their harvest. The English had a tradition of giving thanks through Communion for their safe arrival to Newfoundland. The French had a tradition of sharing a feast with the neighbouring first nations who introduced them to cranberries, which is credited to them avoiding scurvy. It slowly evolved to become a national holiday that is celebrated on the second Monday of October to coincide with our harvest and is recognized as thanks to God for a bountiful harvest. My country could feed the world if my PM would let us.
I have an SJW attacking everybody’s Thanksgiving posts because, to him, we’re all celebrating genocide. Our people, first nations, were already genocidal maniacs when the Americas were discovered. We were burning forests to the ground, hunting animals into extinction, enslaving each other, sacrificing each other, including children. We were cannibalizing each other and at war with each other and we even fought alongside settlers in many wars and battles. 90% of us were wiped out because of disease, famine and disaster. There was one account of first nations being given smallpox on purpose. We gave as much as we got when it comes to fighting over the land. We collected the scalps of pilgrims as trophies. Why SJW’s are so hellbent on building a perfect past is mindboggling. The past does not exist. It’s gone. Let’s look forward to life instead, ya? And be grateful that we can put food on our tables and recognize our rich history and be grateful that we’ve all overcome it.