Thanksgiving...

It appears that I will be left alone--again--for Thanksgiving. You see, my socialist owner is set to fly to South Carolina to visit her bourgeois parents. My owner, who is ashamed of her privilege, will break bread and assume good relations with her parents; I'm kind of surprised she has anything to do with people who are capital owners. Her idenity--feminst/socialist--should be a precursor for defiance...but her mind is only set for reliance...