Terrorism and Turkey legs

by Regis Boff

I had more than my share of reasons to be thankful this Thanksgiving. Not one of which is that Thanksgiving needs capitalization.
Like many parts of my character, there is an unmistakable dark side. When I understand, that terrorists will do what they will do unstoppably, I digest better knowing they are, day to day, miserable and that I am not.
Wise people say success is the best revenge. Being a reincarnationist, I try hard not to gloat over their misery but this is next to impossible with a turkey leg in my hand, and with thighs slathered by escaped gravy.
I could come back as one of them I know. I just hope that when I do reoccur I take care to protect the weak rather than randomly slaughter children.
The greatest gift is the allowance to struggle to succeed. Without this, we are slugs leaving slime trails to be soon dried out by the sun. I am an American, so I know this kind of shit comes ingrained in me. Still, this is the only prescription left to us by God.