Happy Turkey Day!

In keeping with a national tradition going back to–depending on what legend you care to believe–1989, 1963, 1947, or 1865, President Obama has pardoned a turkey. Or maybe two. The official pardon was given to a nearly fifty pound bird by the name of “Cheese”. However, it appears that his “alternate,” a bird named “Mac” has also been pardoned.

Clearly, this is some strange new use of the word “alternate” I haven’t previously encountered. I would have expected it to refer to the bird that would take Cheese’s place on somebody’s dinner table.

Obama is puzzled by the concept of pardoning a turkey. Back in 2009, the first time he perpetuated the tradition, he said “There are certain days when I remember why I ran for this office. And then there are moments like this.” He still hasn’t figured it out; saying yesterday “It’s a little puzzling that I do this every year.”

As Gawker reported, the first and second teenagers participated in a tradition that goes back to the first time a parent said anything in public. Sasha and Malia clearly felt they had far better things to do with their Wednesday than hang out with a turkey. Even if said turkey is president of the United States and their father.

Seriously, though, I do President Obama an injustice. He may not know why he’s pardoning a turkey, and his daughters may not respect him for being a tool of the Poultry and Egg Board, but at least he’s clear on the concepts of “turkey” and “pardon”.

Unlike President Obama, Seattle Mayor Ed Murray missed those lessons. Last week, he issue a mayoral pardon to a Tofurky. Yes, you read that correctly. He “pardoned” a box of soybeans. It was one of the shortest reprieves on record: the AP reports that after the ceremony, the relieved hunk of plant life was sent to the Rainier Valley Food Bank.

Mac and Cheese will live out a full turkey lifespan, but poor Tom Tofurky isn’t even going to make it to his “Best Before” date.

Meanwhile, our turkey–not one of the local wild birds–is in the oven. No pardons here, though we did make a donation to the needy: the turkey’s liver has been distributed to the Backyard Bunch.

Whether you’re eating turkey today or not, happy Turkey Day to you all.

7 thoughts on “Happy Turkey Day!

  1. I’m trying to understand the message the mayor of my burg is trying to convey. By pardoning the soybeans, is he speaking out in favor of vegetarianism – or is he saying that if he pardons the tofu, then we are supposed to be eating toikey? But then giving the nontoikey meal to the Food Bank (for people who doubtlessly would prefer a good hunk of toikey) takes the situation to a level of complexity beyond my powers of parsing.

    Why don’t these toikeys in public office just fix the potholes in the roads? Mutter.

    Yes, Happy Toikey-Tofu-Pothole Day to all.

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    • I think he’s trying to say that we shouldn’t eat fake turkey. It’s definitely a mixed and rather ambiguous message, though.

      As for the potholes, if the official toikeys fixed them, what would they have left to offer as inducements next election season? Those unfixed potholes are local governments’ contributions to reducing the unemployment rate, at least among politicians.

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  2. Aside from calling our poor beleaguered prez a toikey, this is a great post and I’m sticking it on my Facebook page. But I’m puzzled by the pardoning of a turkey in the foist place. It’s like a sacrifice in reverse and somewhat hypocritical and tokenistic (is that a woid?) in that the rest of the poor critters are going to be plucked, roasted and devoured (yeah, I can sense the guilt in both your faces as you wipe grease from your faces with your shirtsleeves). Wonder what would happen if we had a vegan president–or a First Husband, for that matter. Happy Day!


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