Disclaimer: This post involves blood and guts and death. I think this is totally natural and even a little awesome, but I know others might not. Read at your own risk.
“About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.” - Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon
In America, every fall we come together for a mass genocide. Millions die while we enjoy the crisp autumn air, the changing of the leaves, and take in a football game. We celebrate this time of death, and even cherish it. It is a beloved tradition to be shared with family. We call it Thanksgiving.
