Success comes from provoking a U.S. overreaction. Like a TSA agent’s hand on a traveler’s genitals and a resultant national freakout. These people, simply put, are fucking with us, and hoping we’ll treat them as a Threat To Civilization. Happy Thanksgiving from al-Qaeda.

At a threshold level, to prove their argument that something nefarious is afoot, they would need to start by dismissing other logical explanations for why this particular issue “suddenly rose to forefront.” Most obviously, they would need to dismiss the possibility that the opposition to gate grope rose so suddenly because the procedure at airport gates–the introduction of more RapeAScan machines and the related introduction of “enhanced pat-downs”–changed so suddenly.

Happy Thanksgiving, peeps. And remember, if you fall asleep after dinner, it wasn’t really the L-tryptophan in the turkey that caused it…

Mike Bloomberg’s new “grassroots” (cough) “centrist” party, No Labels, is off to a smashing start.

Perhaps because the threat level color has not changed since 2006, the Washington Post informs us that the Obama administration is considering dropping the color-coded threat levels that were the signature of the George W. Bush era. The replacement for the color-coded threats has not been fully divulged yet, so perhaps we have time to have an influence on the new system.

Our lives are immeasurably richer because of our ancestors. I give thanks for them, and hope to leave some small contribution for the future.

Joe Rehyansky seems to think that given the female soldiers would be surrounded by straight male soldiers things would go the way they did in the ancient past. They would be “subdued” and converted to heterosexuality.

As we settle into our Turkey Day here in the Great White North, I’m thankful for some comedy relief on the part of Norm “Pot Kettle Black” Coleman giving failed Alaska teabagger Republican Joe Miller some friendly advice.

Happy Thanksgiving!

We do have a lot to be thankful for.

For me this year, I think I’ll skip the discussions of pilgrims and native Americans dining at Plymouth. I’m more caught up in the shift from Thanksgiving as a bunch of local harvest festivals to Thanksgiving as a national holiday — an act undertaken in the midst of the bloody battles of the Civil War. Indeed, on this day of thanksgiving in the midst of massive economic turmoil, I give thanks for those things which transcend haves/have nots or winners/losers, and bind us together in our shared humanity.