It’s a Thanksgiving tradition in the Wigderson family to list some of the things we’re thankful for. Usually this waits until we're gathered at the table and my dad picks on my brother to start, but this year I thought I would share with my readers a few of those things for which I give thanks.
I’m thankful that I live in a state where the governor promised our property taxes would go down five bucks. I can't wait to see my property tax bill.
I’m thankful the Democrats in Congress want to bring all of our troops home from Iraq - as long as they don’t have to vote on it.
I’m thankful the Patriot Act hasn’t resulted in the arrest of Bill Christofferson as an enemy combatant. He’s a funny guy.
I’m thankful our state legislators are too busy to vote on tax increases on gasoline.
I’m thankful Assembly Speaker John Gard has decided to leave the Assembly to seek a promotion.
I’m thankful for Young Frankenstein, without which this blog would be impossible to write.
I’m thankful for the 33rd Assembly District and the candidates running in the special election. God bless them, they send me e-mail every day. I can’t imagine how lonely I’ll feel after December 13th. I'm also thankful I won't be at the traditional unity breakfast the following day.
I’m thankful for Peg Lautenschlager. Every state should have an attorney general with a last name that sounds like a brand of Schnapps. What? Was it something I said?
I’m thankful for the state Republican Party for making it easy to say, “I’m not a Republican; I’m a conservative.”
I'm thankful for the (West) Milwaukee Journal Sentinel telling me which voice is the voice of authentic blackness* - theirs. I love the new slogan, "I'm black and I'm proud."
I'm thankful I live in a state that banned casino gaming.
I’m thankful for my friends, even the one who suggested I buy a powder blue AMC Pacer.
I'm thankful that I live in a state where anyone can grow up to buy a governor.
I’m thankful I am not a Green Bay Packer fan.
I’m thankful Dan Snyder owns the Washington Redskins, Terrell Owens was a Philadelphia Eagle, Eli Manning can’t win on the road, and Drew Rosenhaus is not my agent.
I'm thankful for my Milwaukee Public School education - something that I'll spare my children.
I'm thankful for Senator Feingold telling me what I can and cannot say 90 days out from an election. After all, I might say the wrong thing.
I'm thankful the left-wing of the Democrat Party finally embraces the CIA. Can we overthrow Castro now?
I'm thankful for corn. It's shape gives a nice visual when I tell ethanol supporters where to stick it.
I’m thankful Ed Garvey isn’t in charge of reading my children bedtime stories.
I'm thankful for talk radio telling me what to think, how to vote, and what I should feel every minute of my day. I don't know what I would do without National Public Radio. Terry Gross, you are my guiding star.
I’m thankful for my fellow bloggers, many of whom support me in this bad habit. Bastards.
I’m thankful to my wife, who loves me, who puts up with me watching the same movies over and over again, who indulges my quoting Seinfeld at every opportunity, and even tolerates my blogging even though there is no financial return expected.
And finally, I’m thankful for my children who remind me that no matter how many times I’ve seen Dr. Strangelove they would rather watch Thomas the Tank Engine.
