Yesterday I posted a list of small freedoms that make life better and are the canary in our National coal mine.
I noticed that virtually everything on my list, harmless or not, is opposed by somebody somewhere. Possibly for good reasons, often for pathetic reasons. Folks who oppose freedoms, especially small ones, tend to gaggle together into groups that exist for the purpose of inflicting their supposedly superior judgment on my life. I suppose they’ve got a hollow place that needs to be filled? (Or is that too harsh?)
At any rate it reminded me of a cartoon from long ago so I found it and posted it below. This Thanksgiving season (and all seasons) let us celebrate the things they’ve failed to ruin. Then get out there and sniff some daisies.
Adaptive Curmudgeon 
I miss Bloom County.