1. This year, as usual, we’re having roast pork. The pig was raised on a farm in Homestead (Fla.), where it lived about as happy as a pig in shit. I eat shit all the time, so that’s not an issue. My conscience is clear.
    Plus, Cubans don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, technically. We’re just thankful for the long weekend. God bless ‘Merica.

  2. I was always a little caught off guard by people who thought the culture I grew up in, in which many people hunt wild game, was so terrible while enjoying their chicken tenders. “You mean he actually kills the poor deer?” – without ever thinking that someone killed the cow they are eating while talking to me. The disconnect we Americans have between what we eat and where it is from, and what is added to it, is bizarre.

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