not this week’s column

I’m scrapping this, but figured I’d post it here first for all the world to laugh at.
I decided against it for my column. Just didn’t have the same interest, flair and handiwork I laid out in my head on the way home from work.

You know something, if I’m not mistaken — I believe Thanksgiving is this week.
I only know this because our Thursday newspaper is printing a day earlier than normal.
But if you visited your local stores I doubt you’d have a clue — that is unless you bought $50 worth of groceries and got a free bird.
I think America has officially skipped Thanksgiving this year.
I turned on my radio last week and two stations in the Metroplex were already playing Christmas music 24/7. I think they may have even skipped Halloween.
But despite the rest of America overlooking turkey day, I happen to enjoy the holiday.
I’d love to see us all return to a day when more emphasis was placed on giving thanks, rather than dreaming of how much money we’ll save at Early Bird Sales on Friday at 4 a.m.
So in order to give each of us more time to enjoy the holiday I’d like to propose a change.
Let’s move Thanksgiving to the second week of August.
After all, what is there to celebrate in August?
Canadians celebrate Civic Holiday on August first, but I can’t see Americans getting to psyched about that one.
And an August Thanksgiving would give us a welcomed break between the Independence Day parties and the unofficial end of summer, Labor Day.
An August Thanksgiving would give us one more reason to fire up the grill and hit the road to see relatives one more time during the summer.
With Thanksgiving in August we could waste the post-Thanksgiving Day lunch by lounging at the pool, lake or floating down the Guadalupe River.
An August Thanksgiving would also give us another two days off from work in the summer. One for the holiday and one for calling in sick because of the bad sunburn you got while lounging at the pool.
Of course with an August Thanksgiving it wouldn’t seem right to watch the traditional Home Alone on T.V. Thanksgiving night.
And an August Thanksgiving just wouldn’t be the same without the Cowboys.
John Madden giving a turkey leg to a baseball player just seems un-American somehow.
But with an August Thanksgiving, each of us could say, “Thanks” and never fear that Christmas would try to steal our day away.
But until that day comes, I’ll just dream of a better time and place — when Thanksgiving really meant something.

Want a teaser?

Need a teaser to read the Scott Adams book?

I didn’t see how he could deny the obvious. “Of course they do. Billions of people believe in God.”
The old man leaned toward me, resting a blanketed elbow on the arm of his rocker.
“Four billion people say they believe in God, but few genuinely believe. If people believed in God, they would live every minute of their lives in support of that belief. Rich people would give their wealth to the needy. Everyone would be frantic to determine which religion was the true one. No one could be comfortable in the thought that they might have picked the wrong religion and blundered into eternal damnation, or bad reincarnation, or some other unthinkable consequence. People would dedicate their lives to converting others to their religions.
“A belief in God would demand one hundred percent obsessive devotion, influencing every waking moment of this brief life on earth. But your four billion so-called believers do not live their lives in that fashion, except for a few.
The majority believe in the usefulness of their beliefs—an earthly and practical utility—but they do not believe in the underlying reality.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “If you asked them, they’d say they believe.”
“They say that they believe because pretending to believe is necessary to get the benefits of religion. They tell other people that they believe and they do believer-like things, like praying and reading holy books. But they don’t do the things that a true believer would do, the things a true believer would have to do.
“If you believe a truck is coming toward you, you will jump out of the way. That is belief in the reality of the truck. If you tell people you fear the truck but do nothing to get out of the way, that is not belief in the truck. Likewise, it is
not belief to say God exists and then continue sinning and hoarding your wealth while innocent people die of starvation. When belief does not control your most important decisions, it is not belief in the underlying reality, it is belief in the usefulness of believing.”

Talk amongst yourself – and the be sure to leave your comments.

Did I tell you?

Did I tell you?
Go and buy Shawn Michael’s book, “Heartache and Triumph!”
Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.
If you’re lucky, you can buy it.
But it’s not supposed to be out till Nov. 22.
I just happened to get lucky and find a store that sold it to me last Sunday.
And yes – I finished reading it on Tuesday.
Awesome.
Even if you’re not a great wrestling fan and Shawn Michael’s isn’t your best friend, the book is a great testimony to what God can do in a man’s life.
Michael’s made a complete 180 when he gave his life over to God.
Awesome.