Ted Nugent gives thanks.

Ted Nugent scribes an essay on the things he was thankful for this Thanksgiving - America, freedom and, of course, corporate capitalism. He almost makes me wish I liked head-banging rock and roll. I like his observation that Thanksgiving is not merely a speed bump between Halloween and Christmas, it deserves it's own recognition as a "special holiday that naturally comes during the hunting season." [In your face, PETA.] I want to describe him as a counter-culture of the counter-culture, but his concluding paragraph argues that the counter-culture has some pretty deep roots:

America isn't at a social or political crossroads as some will try to tell us. Those who believe that would have told you 500 years ago that the earth was flat. Thirty years ago they would have been stoned on LSD, drooling and dancing naked at a Grateful Dead concert. My advice is to avoid these people. They will always gravitate towards the negative. Take it from an old, cocky rock 'n' roll guitar player whose God-given senses remain finely tuned: America's best days are in front of us.

Rock on.