Denial and Thanksgiving

My father denied food to me when I was little.  I wrote more about that in a blog post some years back: Three Views.  It was destructive in so many ways.  I was homeless when my oldest son was three.   The unbelievably wrenching stress of trying to keep my child fed was beyond description, although I tried to describe it a bit in this blog post from my earlier blogging days: Alf.  The look on my father's face as he made me stand by the table and watch him eat, while not allowing me to eat, is a look I am having to see on an awful lot of people's faces, as they enjoy knowing food supplement benefits are being denied.

Marc Maron's Thanksgiving-themed book reading for children is making its annual rounds.   The way his fans deny his own predatory words and behavior for the last three and a half decades, as they find it somehow appropriate that this man should have access to children, as they see nothing dangerous in allowing little girls to view this man as safe, is further proof to me that predators are going to continue to be protected.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving