When your rude-ass monkey-in-law asks that, turn the other cheek. And the rest of your body, and walk away. Pick up your Thanksgiving dish you brought, and give thanks that you got the hell out of there. Then, on your way home, stop by your local Media Whore big box outlet and reward yourself for suffering the ignorant around you by doing a couple of things. First, go buy The Family, by Jeff Sharlet. It will scare and sicken you, and put the spotlight on religion this holiday season, which should put you in the proper mood. Afterwards, you may really need something to listen to which will restore your faith in humanity, or at least the music biz. Go buy Them Crooked Vultures, one of more interesting, accessible, and unplayed albums of 2009, but DNA thinks this will change soon.
Them's DNA's suggestions this Thanksgiving. Of course, you may choose to get drunk and sleep with your cousin's wife instead. Either way.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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