I am most thankful for my family and my country.
My daughter is in kindergarten right now. Her school’s greatest selling point is multiculturalism, i.e. loads of immigrant children. The nice thing about multiculturalism are the occasional gems. DD struck up a friendship with a very sweet girl of Vietnamese dissent whose grandfather was a pilot for the South Vietnamese Army. He spent four years in prison after the North took over. So now we have playdates with a good family.
Maybe I’m the wrong person to write a Thanksgiving post. In my wasted youth I frequented clubs where people hid in dark corners, and I think Florence King is just oh so cool. And maybe it’s the wrong year to write a Thanksgiving post. But, on the other hand, I am thankful for my family, and if you are going to buy “With Charity” on Amazon, go to Legal Insurrection first (or Instapundit, or any other blog that actually gets paid for amazon clickthroughs — OK, I am a failure as a misanthrope).
Being on the free-ranging side of parenting, I didn’t teach my daughter much academics when she was in pre-school. Now she’s learning to read and write her first words (“I”, “see”, “like” are among them). “I’m really good at the ‘I’ one,” she tells me.
She colored a book with the story of the Pilgrims in her class. “When the pilgrims came to America, the people who were already here helped them out,” she tells me. “So mommy, when you came to America, did daddy help you?” Hmm… I suppose the answer is technically, no, because at the time daddy hardly paid any federal taxes. Being refugees we were eligible for a variety of entitlements, including, in my case, paid-for college education because my parents, who found jobs relatively quickly, had no income to report for the years we weren’t residents.
But it’s not the free education that I value most about America, it’s the air of freedom, the ability to make my own choices — and take responsibility for the consequences. This is still a big free country, with the best political system ever devised and the most spirited citizenry. Obviously, there are serious problems with my state, much of it has to do with a large unassimilated immigrant population, but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, and I wouldn’t want to raise my family in any other nation.