I am a communist. I am most definitely not thankful. For what. For the extreme and cyclic poverty I live in. Am I supposed to be thankful for that. Why. I am being told that not being thankful is unhealthy. Rubbish. Isn’t that what Authority always says. You are all going to die because you are all bad people who deserve suffering. I don’t even know what my very own needs are, is a patriarchal paradigm of dependency, a hierarchy, a system white men employ for white men and the rest of us, marginalized, so excuse me if a white man telling me to be grateful because it’s better for me, simply sets my jaw to the default mode of gritting my teeth. You don’t know me. That we are ungrateful because we cannot discern what is good or bad therefore we must be controlled by the Great Machine that tells us what we are going to do with our lives – because it’s good for us – and if we do not subscribe to this directive, you will be punished. Thankfulness is a ritual. White men are belly happy as Americans stuff themselves engorged. We are already fat. It is not a personal problem, it is a cultural one. How can people move around the way our species has come to surfing the thought process versus the filled belly process. Open your mouth. Shove it in. These are facts, not incivilities, we open our mouths like baby birds (we are animals, too), we feed, often we feed ourselves on the bodies of other dead animals. We eat the dead. Why Are You Here. To bow before capitalism and scrape.