What will Thanksgiving possibly look like in 2022?

imageThanksgiving, its the time where people start to reflect upon the year.

What they wanted to do this year?

What they actually did this year? and

Most likely the process starts for, What will I want to do next year?

These thoughts interrupt our minds as we stand in line, waiting to pay for our Thanksgiving food, or if you are ambitious, your day of shopping for Christmas Gifts. This is a time of year that seems to bring excitement and some depression.  Children see it as a magical time, in anticipation of Christmas now that Halloween is done and the candy is gone.

Some families are planning on travelling to a loved ones house for Thanksgiving, others are hosting and yet still others stressed. They are hoping that all the effort put in to their fixings will please everyone and a simple exclamation of thanks, joy or appreciation goes a long way to making the host feel wonderful and/or appreciated.

It’s a time of family gatherings, storytelling, football watching, some family gossip at the very least.  The smell of food permeates every part of the house.  Guests, family or friends talk about old times, how the kids have grown, what they did this past year and what they are planning next year.

While all of this is wonderful, I truly was curious how things might look in 2022.  Why this future year?  Well it started via an email I got on the subject of ‘What if?’.  What if we don’t use our wisdom to truly look at our past and gain insight, what could happen?

As you read the following, it may piss some of you off, it may worry some of you, others might even have an explicative outburst in agreement, sadly, the younger generation of today, really, probably won’t read this entire posting and if they do, probably not understand it or reject it.

Our choices will dictate our future, we have always known this, especially at year’s end.  We figured out we got distracted from our goals and promise ourselves new ones for next year. What kills me is the fad and the almost pointless and mindless wisdom that loosing weight will be on most peoples New Year resolution goal.

To those people, know this, what you loose, you will eventually find. So choose to “Release” the weight, set it free. Instead of locking yourself in to a gym membership contract, put a note on the TV, that says “Eat less, Move More”.

However in 9 years, short years, as we all know how fast they seem to go, it will be 2022.  That’s 9 more years of thinking about what you want to do with your life, goals, family among other things.  If we, individually, choose not to truly make changes and act upon them…. well you know what they say about those who stand next to the wall at dances, don’t speak up in meetings, don’t exercise your rights or to participate in the current activity.

What has been your outcome?

So let’s now take a peek at this fictitious story of Winston’s possible life, perhaps all of our lives as to what Thanksgiving in 2022 could very well look like

Winston, come into the dining room, it’s time to eat,” Julia yelled to her husband.

In a minute, honey, it’s a tie score,” he answered.

image Thanksgiving What does it meanActually Winston wasn’t very interested in the traditional holiday football game between Detroit and Washington . Ever since the government passed the Civility in Sports Statute of 2017, outlawing tackle football for its “unseemly violence” and the “bad” example it sets for the rest of the world. Winston was far less of a football fan than he used to be. Two-hand touch wasn’t nearly as exciting. Yet it wasn’t the game that Winston was uninterested in. It was more the thought of eating another Tofu Turkey . Even though it was the best type of Veggie Meat available after the government revised the American Anti-Obesity Act of 2018, adding fowl to the list of federally-forbidden foods, (which already included Beef, Pork, and anything else that had a face), it wasn’t anything like real turkey.

And ever since the government officially changed the name of “Thanksgiving Day” to “A National Day of Atonement” in 2020, to officially acknowledge the Pilgrims’ historically brutal treatment of Native Americans, the holiday had lost a lot of its luster.

Eating in the dining room was also a bit daunting. The unearthly gleam of government-mandated fluorescent light bulbs made the Tofu Turkey look even weirder than it actually was, and the room was always cold. Ever since Congress passed the Power Conservation Act of 2016, mandating all thermostats – which were monitored and controlled by the electric company – be kept at 68 degrees, every room on the north side of the house was barely tolerable throughout the entire winter.

Still, it was good getting together with family. Or at least most of the family.

Winston missed his mother, who passed on in October, when she had used up her legal allotment of life-saving medical treatment. He had had many heated conversations with the Regional Health Consortium, spawned when the private insurance market finally went bankrupt, and everyone was forced into the government health care program. And though he demanded she be kept on her treatment, it was a futile effort. “The RHC’s resources are limited,” explained the government bureaucrat Winston spoke with on the phone. “Your mother received all the benefits to which she was entitled. I’m sorry for your loss.”

Ed couldn’t make it either. He had forgotten to plug in his electric car last night, the only kind available after the Anti-Fossil Fuel Bill of 2019 outlawed the use of the combustion engines – for everyone but government officials. The fifty mile round trip was about ten miles too far, and Ed didn’t want to spend a frosty night on the road somewhere between here and there.

Thankfully, Winston’s brother, John, and his wife were flying in.

Winston made sure that the dining room chairs had extra cushions for the occasion. No one complained more than John about the pain of sitting down so soon after the government-mandated cavity searches at airports, which severely aggravated his hemorrhoids. Ever since a terrorist successfully smuggled a cavity bomb onto a jetliner, the TSA told Americans the added “inconvenience” was an “absolute necessity” in order to stay “one step ahead of the terrorists.”

Winston’s own body had grown accustomed to such probing ever since the government expanded their scope to just about anywhere a crowd gathered, via Anti-Profiling Act of 2021. That law made it a crime to single out any group or individual for “unequal scrutiny,” even when probable cause was involved. Thus, cavity searches at malls, train stations, bus depots, etc., etc., had become almost routine. Almost.

The Supreme Court is reviewing the statute, but most Americans expect a Court composed of six progressives and three conservatives to leave the law intact. “A living Constitution is extremely flexible“, said the Court’s eldest member, Elena Kagan. ” Europe has had laws like this one for years. We should learn from their example.” she added.

Winston’s thoughts turned to his own children. He got along fairly well with his 12-year-old daughter, Brittany, mostly because she ignored him. Winston had long ago surrendered to the idea that she could text anyone at any time, even during Atonement Dinner. Their only real confrontation had occurred when he limited her to 50,000 texts a month, explaining that was all he could afford. She whined for a week, but got over it.

His 16-year-old son, Jason, was another matter altogether. Perhaps it was the constant bombarding he got in public school that global warming, the bird flu, terrorism, or any of a number of other calamities were “just around the corner”, but Jason had developed a kind of nihilistic attitude that ranged between simmering surliness and outright hostility. It didn’t help that Jason had reported his father to the police for smoking a cigarette in the house, an act made criminal by the Smoking Control Statute of 2018, which outlawed smoking anywhere within 500 feet of another human being. Winston paid the $5,000 fine, which might have been considered excessive before the American dollar became virtually
worthless as a result of QE13.

The latest round of quantitative easing the federal government initiated was, once again, to “spur economic growth.” This time, they promised to push unemployment below its years-long rate of 18%, but Winston was not particularly hopeful.

Yet the family had a lot for which to be thankful, Winston thought, before remembering it was a Day of Atonement.

At least, he had his memories. He felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his children would never know what life was like in the Good Old Days, long before government promises to make life “fair for everyone” realized their full potential. Winston, like so many of his fellow Americans, never realized how much things could change when they didn’t happen all at once, but little by little, so people could get used to them. He wondered what might have happened if the public had stood up while there was still time, maybe back around 2012, when all the real nonsense began.

Maybe we wouldn’t be where we are today if we’d just said ‘enough is enough’ when we had the chance,” he thought.

Maybe so, Winston. Maybe so.

image Snoopy Charlie Brown ThanksgivingMark Twain once said: “It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled.


How do you see things if you don’t make choices?  After all not making a choice, still is a choice, however it allows others to change your destiny, impact your life.

If you enjoyed this story let me know.  What did you learn? Please share this post with others….after all it is the season for reflecting and giving.

Happy Holidays.


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