Well, my friends, Thanksgiving is tomorrow, which means it's probably too late to blow town,

so you'll have to have dinner with your family.

Just remember, keep things civil.

Don't tell them their cherished left-wing opinions of the result of the cult-like mind-control

that's been shaping their play-dough-like brains ever since 3rd grade when Miss Clavical taught

them that some men don't have penises.

Although that may actually be true of Uncle Joe, who got married to Aunt Marcy, which

lets face it, would take the penis off anyone.

Instead, in the spirit of seasonal goodwill, let's all say thanks to the wonderful leftist

tools who've made this year so much fun.

For instance, I'm thankful for that woman, what's her name, who had the courage to come

forward and say something or other about Brett Kavanaugh, which must have been really

important whatever it was, otherwise we all would have forgotten her by now.

And speaking of women we've forgotten, let's remember to be thankful for Stormy Daniels,

who became a hero to our friends on the left by exposing herself for a living and sleeping

with a married man, then blackmailing him, and taking hush money in return for silence,

then going back on her word, then sinking into obscurity as part of a sorted and meaningless

episode that soiled our souls merely by virtue of existing.

Which of course brings us to Michael Avanatti, whom we admire from afar since he can't

come any closer because of the restraining order.

But here's a man who taught us all how to abandon due process and the presumption of

innocence and then went and beat the crap out of his girlfriend.

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