Something fun to read with our families around the dinner table Thursday.

On Thanksgiving morning 2003, George W. Bush showed up in Iraq before sunrise for a photo-op, wearing an Army workout jacket and surrounded by soldiers. He cradled a platter with what appeared to be a golden-brown turkey. Washington Post reporter Mike Allen wrote that “the bird looks perfect, with bunches of grapes and other trimmings completing a Norman Rockwell image that evokes bounty and security in one of the most dangerous parts of the world.”

As the world was soon to learn (but quickly forgot), the turkey platter was a phony, a plastic decoration that Bush posed with for the cameras. Bush shook a few hands, said a few “God Bless Americas,” and scurried back to his plane as quickly as he had arrived.

Thus, in one fell swoop, the new Conquistador had tied to history’s bloody bough the 511-year-old conquest of the “New World” ­ whose legions smote the indigenous population in the name of Christ ­ with the U.S. government’s bombardment and invasion of Iraq and the torture-detentions of prisoners of war at U.S. military bases.

Read More of Mitchel Cohen’s Why I Hate Thanksgiving HERE

Also, Glen Ford, The End of American Thanksgivings: A Cause for Universal Rejoicing

and Robert Jensen,


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  • PAUL GILMAN says:

    You left out the part where the Bush ancestors left the May Flower carrying giant axes and waring Jason Masks. Not finding enough people to kill they broke into the graves of freshly felled by disease Pequot’s and ate their remains. From there the Bush morphed into psychanthropes.


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