Undoing Thanksgiving – WIF Holidays

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The Undoing

of

Thanksgiving

… Somewhere ^UP^ There God watches as the United States of America is slowly but surely becoming alarmingly unthankful…

Not long after the Halloween pumpkin candles are extinguished and our children guard their sweet-stash with their lives, the Christmas holiday emerges earlier and earlier each year. Like a premature snowball rolling downhill, “here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down [fill in the blank] lane”.

Never mind that December 25th is a annual holiday intended to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. In this case, Santa Claus and his reindeer run over both Grandma and the Son of God.

Another victim of the Christmas season is the foundational act of gratitude, or the purpose of this article, Thanksgiving.

 Drive – Macy’s Parade – Football – Turkey – Mall Shopping – Nap

You can shuffle the order of the above verbs/nouns/activities to suit your own situation.

Feel free to add your own.

Granted… Thanksgiving is still universally celebrated, but more in the line of an excuse for a long weekend and mini-family reunions. My real beef is with the lack of thank you(s) for the provider of our bountiful lives. Thanksgiving was never intended to be a speed-bump  on the way to Christmas; a door-busting deal-of-the-day credit card assault on the closest mall.

But it is.

[To the faithful reader of Writing Is Fun-damental: feel free to include some of what the 1st Pilgrims to America celebrated after the fall harvest… before the coming winter… a huge thank you to a God who provides and protects.]

This is the closest thing that I could pirate from Google Images.

WIF is a globally consumed blog, so this scolding is aimed squarely at The United States of America. For my peeps in Germany, Japan, India Uganda, Australia and the United Kingdom… you know who you are… don’t take offense to this chastisement.

Americans are an arrogant sort, me included. We think the world revolves around us.

Heck, about .002% of us citizen-Americans even bother to be bilingual. It’s the King’s English, or some form of it, or nothing.

If I were better at creating GIF graphics, here is where I would share a picture of the USA w/all the other continents circling it.

I, Gwendolyn Hoff, is hereby thankful to God; for the right to live freely, the skill to put words to “paper”… and the Internet, which connects me to you wonderful people… otherwise impossible for a little known writer from Wisconsin USA, living in NE Illinois.

A little historical refresher from Wikipedia:

Prayers of thanks and special thanksgiving ceremonies are common among almost all religions after harvests and at other times. The Thanksgiving holiday’s history in North America is rooted in English traditions dating from the Protestant Reformation. It also has aspects of a harvest festival, even though the harvest in New England occurs well before the late-November date on which the modern Thanksgiving holiday is celebrated.

In the English tradition, days of thanksgiving and special thanksgiving religious services became important during the English Reformation in the reign of Henry VIII and in reaction to the large number of religious holidays on the Catholic calendar. Before 1536 there were 95 Church holidays, plus 52 Sundays, when people were required to attend church and forego work and sometimes pay for expensive celebrations. The 1536 reforms reduced the number of Church holidays to 27, but some Puritans wished to completely eliminate all Church holidays, including Christmas and Easter. The holidays were to be replaced by specially called Days of Fasting or Days of Thanksgiving, in response to events that the Puritans viewed as acts of special providence.

Pilgrims and Puritans who emigrated from England in the 1620s and 1630s carried the tradition of Days of Fasting and Days of Thanksgiving with them to New England. The modern Thanksgiving holiday tradition is traced to a well-recorded 1619 event in Virginia and a sparsely documented 1621 celebration at Plymouth in present-day Massachusetts.  “That the day of our ships arrival at the place assigned … in the land of Virginia shall be yearly and perpetually kept holy as a day of thanksgiving to Almighty God.” The 1621 Plymouth feast and thanksgiving was prompted by a good harvest.[7][8]

Several days of Thanksgiving were held in early New England history that have been identified as the “First Thanksgiving”, including Pilgrim holidays in Plymouth in 1621 and 1623, and a Puritan holiday in Boston in 1631. According to historian Jeremy Bangs, director of the Leiden American Pilgrim Museum, the Pilgrims may have been influenced by watching the annual services of Thanksgiving for the relief of the siege of Leiden in 1574, while they were staying in Leiden. Now called Oktober Feesten, Leiden’s autumn thanksgiving celebration in 1617 was the occasion for sectarian disturbance that appears to have accelerated the pilgrims’ plans to emigrate to America. Later in Massachusetts, religious thanksgiving services were declared by civil leaders such as Governor Bradford, who planned the colony’s thanksgiving celebration and fast in 1623. The practice of holding an annual harvest festival did not become a regular affair in New England until the late 1660s.

Various proclamations were made by royal governors, John Hancock, General George Washington, and the Continental Congress, each giving thanks to God for events favorable to their causes. As President of the United States, George Washington proclaimed the first nationwide thanksgiving celebration in America marking November 26, 1789, “as a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favours of Almighty God”.

My opening calendar graphic is a loose visual of what we celebrate/commemorate after July 4th.

Below is a less serious take on the holiday I will forever be thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

I am thankful for a God who loves us.

I am thankful I’m not a vegetarian.

My Granddaughter Norah is thankful that Mommy doesn’t humiliate her like this.

I did not have this nightmare

I’m the one on the left (NOW I’m dreaming)

“You know you’re a Redneck when you order out KFC.”

“Where did that turkey go?”

My dog Molly would not pose for this


Undoing God from Thanksgiving –

WIF Holidays

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 134

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 134

Chapter Twelve

THE PRIMROSE PATH

…When I opened the door, something smelled like it was burning, but there was no smoke…

“something is burning””

“Hey CC, Fanny called while you were out,” Ace states matter-of-factly, oblivious to the corollary between a telephone call and fate.

Constance need not be filled in on the details. The fact that she failed to tell her partner that she has been in contact with Ace Bannion for two and a half weeks and never once told Fanny about it, well the most undesirable outcome of that oversight has come home to roost. In an attempt to spare Fanny the temporary anguish of Ace’s reappearance into their lives, she instead has severed the trust bond between sisters-in-arms.

forgot-to-tell-youoops

“You didn’t tell her about me, did you? Ugh. Never mind, I know the answer to that. I don’t mind playing the role of the villain once in a while, but hurting Fanny Renwick was not part of the bargain. She’s none too happy Constance, can you blame her?”

Before she can respond to damning indictment of her relational misjudgments, Agent Daniels is on the front landing, banging on the entry with great urgency. Ace opens the door.

Not that one

“Bart Simpson was found dead in his office!” The normally unflappable man is disheveled and distraught, not the unflappable version they are used to seeing. “And I think the Chicago police may believe I did it.”

“Simpson? The name doesn’t ring a bell. Please calm down and tell it to me slowly,” urges a concerned Constance.

He takes a deep breath and straightens his narrow black necktie, “I had an appointment with him at his office over at McGraw-Hill in the Loop.” Now she remembers. “While I was in the outer office, I thought I heard something going on behind the door. When I opened the door, something smelled like it was burning, but there was no smoke and Simpson’s head was face down at his desk, blood trickling out of both ears.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 133

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 133

…Bartholomew Simpson has had a shaky, if not inexplicable role in the perpetuation of The Great Deception…

Anger is a wasted emotion in the Angelic Realm, even though God has every right to be.

As a result, there is no reason for us to get mad when God is not on our side. It is fruitless.

God does not support Pentateuch, who has the Earth as his playground and is completely on his own… and prone to anger… especially when he loses.

He also has his “ways” to keep track of things that interest him. And even though Cephus has quit communicating with him, he has not quit spying on Cephus’ whereabouts.

Forever Mastadon has not gone away. Its stealth tendrils are firmly entrenched wherever they are needed. One such secret stem has spotted Cephus/Daniels back in the Chicago, making a visit to the offices of McGraw-Hill, where FM has a foothold, in the person of the Head of Content.

Daniels/James, now that he has shed his other disguise shells, remains on the case which Willard Libby has started. He is curious as to why the publisher was so interested in the subject of carbon dating, so much so that they were in talks with him in the days leading up to Libby’s abduction.

On the Fence

McGraw-Hill Publishers

Bartholomew Simpson has had a shaky, if not inexplicable role in the perpetuation of The Great Deception. He has heard about new, solid evidence that the “age of humans” is due for a huge correction and because new textbooks are in the process of content editing, the publisher needs to be the first to know the 5 W’s, not the last.

Pentateuch has been using subliminal suggestion as a management tool in the recesses of Simpson’s malleable mind. Up until recently, the issue of Evolution vs. Creation was foursquare in the “amino acid to upright hominid” corner. But there is an invisible fence bordering this suddenly open field and B. Simpson is now straddling that fence.

 With awakening comes awareness.

  •  Libby is ready to spill the Carbon-14 Recipe Beans.
  • Daniels has covert plans for Mr. Bartholomew Simpson.
  • CCPI Chi-town subtracts one member, adds another.
  • Dick Cannon seeks movie stars to shill for his “church”.
  • Pentateuch is disappointed with his Earthly accomplices.

 From the enlightening saga of Willard Libby down to the evil machinations of the lord of Hades and everyone in between, the time has come to maneuver.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


page 116 (end Ch. 11)

 

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 130

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 130

…Fanny does not respond to the voice on the other end on the line. Could she have dialed the wrong number?…

“Your work is done here, why don’t you give your partner a ring, tell her that I can cut you loose,” lawyer Moore is pleased with the results and is offering to fly Fanny back to Chicago,

“It has been a hectic few weeks and we haven’t talked much since I got here.” She flat out misses Constance, though the break probably did them both some good. “Are you sure you have this Sapp-Campbell thing under control?”

“I’ve already been in contact with the States Attorney and he tells me that they have had their eye on Sapp for a couple years and when Wilbert Hopkins has you on his radar, you can count on a bushel of trouble,” from one respected lawyer about another. “I cannot say I won’t miss having a bloodhound like you around Fanny. I have one divorce case that is breaking my heart… but it sounds like you guys have a barn-burner going on up North.”

Fanny blows by the bloodhound reference to offer, “I will talk to Connie and see how much longer we are needed up there.”

Sounds good “Miss Stanwick”, he references her recent case alias, “let me know if I should have my travel agent book you a flight back to Chicago, or maybe even the City of New Orleans. It’s a can’t miss rail excursion.”

Attorney Moore passes his black telephone across his desk toward an anxious Fanny. She rifles through her purse to locate the 6137 Kimbark telephone connection.

Her right index finger guides the rotary dial eight separate times. The direct dial link winds it way through four copper wires spanning 1200 miles in less than 20 seconds.

“Hello?”

Fanny does not respond to the voice on the other end on the line. Could she have dialed the wrong number? She hangs up the receiver in her moment of doubt, “I must have done something wrong,” she repeats the clockwise motions that each has a number assigned to it.

“Hello???” the person on the other end is more emphatic.

“May I ask to whom I am speaking?” It is not Martin or William, so she is still confounded.

“If you’re looking for Martin or Constance, they are out interviewing a friend. William is well, hardly ever here.”

“This is Fanny Renwick; I was calling for Constance Caraway.”

““Fanny… of all people in the world!!! This is Ace, Ace Bannion, how the heck are you?”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 122

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 122

…‘Foolish blind stupid human,’ the demon himself mutters inaudibly…

L Dick Cannon

Possessive to the core, persistent to a fault, Pentateuch reaches out to his new favorite mischief-maker, Langston Richard Cannon. Considered a charlatan and a madman by his critics, this thinly inspired individual has begun to express himself in print. He has left his mark in the genre named Science Fiction, that representing dianeticsfiction is the purest sense. He wants to be recognized as a pioneer in real science and in his book Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health he steps into the burgeoning field of “self help” literature.

The Church Of Spiritual Engineering that Pentateuch has suggested and the L Dick Cannon-001Scientology vision of L. Dick Cannon both remove Christianity from the equation; an ideal platform for agnostic perpetuation.

Individuals with demagogical tendencies like Cannon are especially susceptible tosuggestion and Pentateuch is well aware of this man’s aspirations and the need for publicity. Without proper publicity, idealistic materials can die on the vine. One useful tool that is ready to be availed in the toolbox of perversion is Hollywood. They need a popular medium to offset all the negative pushback from medical professionals. If they can recruit and educate a movie star to publicly endorse Cannon’s imaginary “engrams” or the “auditing” that cures people of all negative experiences, they can gain a lasting foothold in society.

The Great Deceiver has appeared to Cannon before, using his most clever human recruitment guise, the appearance of the corporate executive D. Joseph Winters.

“I have arranged for your book to be placed in the view of several actors in Hollywood and one in particular, Orson Welles. He seems to be curious about your theories.”

“Oh yes, Macbeth is masterful, a delicious cross between Wuthering Heights and Frankenstein, love his work. I saw his Dr. Faustus in New York back in ’37 I believe. The ol’ devil would be proud!”

‘Foolish blind stupid human,’ the demon himself mutters inaudibly.

“He had a difficult childhood, an alcoholic father and mother who died when he was only a boy.”

“That is a perfect candidate for an auditing. We can rid him of all that negativity and lead him to see the light of spiritual wellness.”

“Excellent. I will be monitoring your progress.”

Neither would Cannon understand why he needs to be watched or what role Winters might play in his church.

“Do you have a telephone where you can be reached?” L. Dick is just another unwise, sightless, and dense human.

“I will find YOU.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 101

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 101

…we can call it the Church of Spiritual Engineering

“I have decided to start my own church,” Pentateuch comes to the realization that people long for a place where like-minds gather, as he thinks to himself. The Christian movements seem to have a church on about every block for the sole purpose of honoring their God, so why not spawn a self-affirming organization to serve those who worship nothing but themselves. This is the originating rationale he uses as a foundation for his newest plan.

Jealous and in desperate need of atheist reinforcement, he has targeted the perfect front man for that church and he appears to him at the Laguna Beach Yacht Club, where the man is working just to stay afloat, so-to-speak. Pentateuch passes himself off as a wealthy business-type, an alleged follower of this cult-ish personality, expounding on that very subject of founding that existential church, “You are just the man to give the people what they long for… a church that only makes them feel good.”

“I have wanted to do that for years, but lack universal support,”

“I know,” confirms Pentateuch to the man seated across from him, one Langston Richard Cannon, whom he has been keeping track of ever since the man wrote what he called “THE book” and then throughout his failed military career; an ongoing string of disappointments. They had an encounter during his Navy days in that Great War, but Cannon was so myopic that he did not realize that he had met the devil, yet he impressed the Dark Deceptor with his delusional ways of viewing the world. “You need a proper platform from which to spread your revolutionary ideas.”

dianetics“You must be familiar with what I call Dianetics. I am sorry; did I get your name?”

“Winters, P. Joseph Winters and I am impressed with your vision.”

“Some are calling it sacrilegious, but I call it a milestone for man, comparable to the discovery of fire and superior to the invention of the wheel. My new book is selling thousands of copies a week, but there are still those that doubt.”

“With my help, we can start a church for your followers; we can call it The Church of Spiritual Engineering.”

“Brilliant, that is close to what I was thinking: Church of Scientology, but we can go with yours to start out.” He likes that Winters/Pentateuch is eating his stuff up. “The human brain records every experience and event, even when unconscious. I can clear away the bad and painful ones by a process I call “auditing”, thus freeing the mind to attain higher IQs and enhanced memorization.”

“And what is your opinion on the position of the so-called Christian churches?”

“Are you talking about God? What utter nonsense and waste of a perfectly good life!  L. Dick Cannon, will free them from that form of spiritual slavery.”

“Perfect,” the Great Deception adds another living statue to his hall-of-shame.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 72

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 72

… Eddie’s dream Part 2…

His dream of grandeur is interrupted by murkily black figure presenting him with a pointed proposition, “You can have all of this Eddie, the fame, the adoration of your cousins, you’ll never have to pay for another beer the rest of your life,” his arms extend out for yards revealing a collage of enticing scenes, all for the gratification of a deficient human being.

“What do you ask in return for all these things?” There must be a price to pay, right?

“You will be transported back in time, before the end of the war,” one of Pentateuch’s beloved achievements (Adolf Hitler), “where you will live out a hero’s existence. All of the present day will not happen, no taxi driving around rude people, and no need of bragging or telling tales, no nagging feelings of inferiority.”

Then the other shoe drops.

“But I do require one thing… the mortal soul that you have been given.”

“My soul,” Eddie shivers in the presence of one so powerful.

“Yes, your soul, handed over for my keeping. I NEED TO KNOW NOW, Eddie Dombroski, are you with me or against me!?”

Before he is able to answer that weighty pronouncement, Eddie is violently shaken by his Mrs. Dombroski (Edie), who was wondering why her husband is wandering around the house sleepwalking.

In an instant, he remembers what he had been dreaming and it is disconcerting. He feels like he has been snatched from the jaws of a hungry predator, just short of becoming a meal.

“I must have been hungry,” he replies, knowing that he won’t be sharing this apparition any time, with any one soon.

***REMEMBER THIS WAS A DREAM SEQUENCE***

On the way back to the U of C, the CCPI band of characters…

  1.  lead vocalist Constance Caraway
  2. drummer Fanny Renwick
  3. featuring Martin Kamen on sax
  4. Willard Libby on radiocarbon base
  5. & Eddie Dombroski as the  wacky dee-jay

… make an unscheduled stop on their tour. Perhaps a stop at Argonne will give Libby a jump start.

O contraire. It turns out to be the trigger mechanism for his stillness, causing the incapacitated man to shrink even further into reclusion. Some memories must be too traumatic to overcome.

Just how much of the ordeal does he recall, or when/where is the moment of his last mental connection to the real world? He definitely has a story to tell, merely lacking the mechanism to deliver it. He has no words to put together either oral or written, to expose that 2 ton elephant in the room.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


page 68 (end Ch. 6)