Holiday Gluttony

as america’s gluttons gear up for a day of mass stuffing of the face to celebrate the genocide of native-americans in this country one can’t help but find the dual-speak concerning the need to be t h i n n e r to be a humorous inner monologue which plagues the minds of those who stand in the check out line at the grocery store flipping through the glossy mags hoping that one day they will be able to flatten that stomach out enhance those muscles & breasts as well as gain fuller more lush lips amidst all the other physical attributes of the beautiful people. the thin-minded glutton walks a fine line at the family table as s/he stuffs themselves but in the same moment counts each calorie going in with the foreknowledge of just how much exercise & dieting it will take to work it off. in fact, the conversation at the table might even dabble between talk of how much said individuals have gained or lost throughout the year as the buttered rolls are passed. meanwhile, in the rest of the world people who cannot stuff themselves in the name of genocide envy the occupants of the empire (whose thumb they are pinned under anyway) already thin (and not airbrushed) for what it is that they need is nutrients, clean water, protein & a better life--- and as we pass the candied yams we are glad that we are not yet living on the streets with the 40,000 or so registered in NYC’s homeless shelters alone or for that matter unable to buy food because our weekly budget is stretched so very tight because we are unemployed & waiting on the next check.