Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," Thanksgiving edition 2012! We had a lovely feast here at Chateau Johnson. In addition to my hardy mother-in-law, we were joined by the husband-and-wife sculptors who have hired The Heir as an assistant. They snapped this photo of the lot of us, missing only our kitty cat Alpha and the perpetually pissed off parrot, Decibel.
Thanksgiving is remarkable in that it is tied to no particular deity. Oh sure, there's that myth about the Pilgrims and the Indians, but it wasn't until the 1930s that the holiday became official. Having been created by the government, Thanksgiving is open to all the bored gods, as well as the busy one.
Speaking of bored gods, I have a visitor here with me today on Black Friday who thinks He doesn't get credit where credit is due. Please give a tepid and disdainful "Gods Are Bored" welcome to Mammon, God of Excess.
Anne: Hello, Mammon ... I suppose. What's that you're carrying? It looks heavy.
Mammon: These? These are my latest Black Friday circulars. Look, Anne! Deals! Deals! Deals!
Anne: You must really be bored to be spending time with me today. I've got one thing to purchase: a new tire. Why aren't you up at Best Buy?
Mammon: If only! Those idiots in the tents don't know they're praising and worshiping me! They think they're just chasing bargains. I hate being ignored.
Anne: You must really boil when you see all the wretched excess spending in this nation, and no one gives you credit for it.
Mammon: They could throw me a feast, you know. The Romans gave credit where credit is due.
Anne: ... Thus paving the way for a prophet like Jesus who touted sharing and self-denial.
Mammon: Rub it in, why don'tcha. Greed is good.
Anne: Greed without compassion is a great evil. Trust me, if I wasn't so worn out from preparing yesterday's Thanksgiving feast, I would be picketing Walmart today.
Mammon: Walmart ... ahhhhhh .... Walton clan .... mmmmmm (drools)
Anne: Look what you're doing to my upholstery! Get outta here! Go be bored at the mall!
Mammon: Yeah, I can see this isn't a good fit. I wish the right people would be on the lookout for bored gods.
Anne: I'm the right person for this job. Tough beans, Mammon. I'm not promoting your stinking agenda. It doesn't serve the greater good. Oh, wait! You're a deity! Fix that upholstery stain before you go.
Mammon: Hold on and I'll give you an estimate.
Anne: STUFF YOUR ESTIMATE! Just go! You are in the wrongest of wrong places on a day when there are so many other places you could be! Hey! What are you doing with Mr. J's apple pie! Damn it!
Readers, can you believe it? He ate three quarters of a pie in one despicable gulp. And this deity drool on the chintz... it's a Black Friday indeed!