The world is in a red-hot mess. Barbarians rampage over the Middle East (and even on the streets of London and some places in the U.S.). Thugs burn and loot in the name of “social justice.” The Cold War seems to have risen from its grave. Billionaires crow with glee because they think they’ve finally found the key to disarming the rest of us. Hatred of Jews edges ever closer to the redline.
These aren’t great times to live.
But then, there have been worse. Black plague, anyone? An ice age? The aftermath of a supervolcano eruption? Hitler’s Germany? Stalin’s Ukraine?
All in all, even with perils everywhere, right now we have it pretty good — we who sit here reaching out to friends the world over via blogs and tweets and more new phone apps than a 20th-century person can keep track of.
I don’t know about you but I’m cozy and warm and looking forward to a low-key Thanksgiving. With that in mind, I’d like to mention a few things I’m thankful for and invite you, today and this weekend, to add your own in comments.
I’m thankful …
For my fellow bloggers here at TZP. They are outstanding people and I have learned so much from them, reading their posts. Even though we’re still in the early stages, I think we did the right thing in creating The Zelman Partisans.
For those who’ve donated money and those who’ve cheered us on and asked, “When can I join?” or “Where can I buy TZP swag?” Thank you … and soon. Give us a few months to do all the background stuff.
For Aaron Zelman, whose legacy deserves to live on. He was a real mensch. A pain in the wahzoo sometimes, but a mensch.
For those who are rallying against the billionaires’ dream law, I-594 in Washington.
For those in the (for want of a better term) black states — Delaware, Connecticut, New Jersey, Colorado, you know who you are — who’ve defied and fought back. And for people like Mike Vanderboegh who inspire them and stand with them even when their own lives really suck. Speaking of Mike, if you want swag, go buy a hat from him.
For friends I’ve never met.
For the amazing, astonishing, wonderful people who helped keep the roof over my head this year — and then who contributed more (without even being asked) when another section of roof sagged in.
For California dried apricots! And other intriguingly apricotty things.
For Ava and Robbie, who at 9 and 13 have finally matured into being really, really good dogs (as long as you overlook Ava’s regrettable tendency to snack on Chihuahuas).
For 3D printing and the smart, bold firearm designers who are making sure that the billionaires’ dreams will never, ever come true. That so many are giving their designs freely to the world is wonderful; clearly they know what’s at stake here.
For Dutch apple pie, soft wool to knit, beautiful custom-made knives to admire, and the life-saving power of firearms in caring hands, I’m thankful.
And that so far, there’s neither plague nor supervolcanoes hereabouts.
That’s just for starters. How about you?