I don’t know about you, but I’m taking a stand this year. I try to be as accepting and open-minded as the next straight white male, but sometimes things simply go too far and we have to dig in and say “ENOUGH!”
I call on you to join me in bringing back Thursday.
When the Pilgrims (or whoever) first came to this country in 1776, they made a point every week of observing Thursday four days after each Sabbath. Our Founding Fathers called it “Thursday” as well out of deference to the Holy Scriptures. For two thousand years, since Jesus first told all who thirst to come to Him, we’ve observed this “thirst day,” or “Thursday.”
Now, thanks to the godless left taking prayer out of schools and making it illegal to acknowledge gender, suddenly we’re not supposed to say it anymore. Well, my faith teaches me not to put up with such nonsense or things will get ugly! I believe in Thursday, and I’m not ashamed to say it.
It’s already started this year. I met some of the guys for lunch a few days ago. Not only was the service TERRIBLE (supposedly they were “shorthanded”), but as we were leaving the girl at the register said, “Have a nice day!”
I couldn’t believe it. We were there ON AN ACTUAL THURSDAY and here this person was, in OUR country, trying to pretend Thursday’s not even a thing! I almost let it slide, but I remembered something Tucker Carlson said about faith without hostility being dead, so I marched back to that register and stood up for some truth.
“Do you know what day it is?” I asked.
Clearly she was startled by this sudden display of godly patriotism. She had to glance at the American calendar next to the register before she replied. “Um… November 18th?”
Typical. Try to gaslight me with technicalities. Well, I wasn’t buying it.
“It’s Thursday, as in, ‘I wonder if ICE is open on THURSDAY?’ if you catch my drift?”
She was clearly rattled, but that happens sometimes when you take a stand. And today, Thursday was also Truthday! (Hey, that’s catchy – I may get some bracelets or bumper stickers or something made up with that. #Truthday!)
But it got worse from there. I got home to discover my daughter – my fourth grade, impressionable daughter – doing a worksheet designed to brainwash her into thinking the days of the week were named after various pagan gods. (I can only assume they now wanted her to pray to them or something.) Her teachers have clearly bought into this whole CRT thing, which I suppose is what I get for letting her attend a public school.
I even caught a mistake on the homework! Those unionized teachers can’t even tell the difference between Norse gods and movie superheroes! News flash: THOR is an AVENGER!
I was so angry I skipped even trying to talk to the teacher about it and went right over her head to Facebook, where I posted pictures of the assignment along with the name and home address of every administrator in the district. One of the moms in my Concerned & Righteously Angry Parents group told me she’s even reached out to our state representative and he’s proposed a bill to eliminate this sort of religious brainwashing in schools.
Why can’t these teachers just stick to the facts and stop trying to insert their own liberal biases into things? It’s obvious things have gone seriously downhill since we stopped teaching the Three R’s – reading, mathematics, and traditional Protestant theology.
It’s not just the schools, of course. The mindless idiots running Hollywood and that Rolling Stones magazine are just as bad. Notice, for example, how they’ve conspired year after year to celebrate every day of the week EXCEPT Thursday.
Songs celebrating Friday as a night of decadence or release are too numerous to mention. Katy Perry, the Cure, even the sleeper of the century, Rebecca Black, all push Friday like they’re just relieved Thursday is OVER! It’s the same for Saturday (Bay City Rollers, Guadalcanal Diary, Sam Cooke, Chicago, and dozens more) and Sunday (Etta James, U2, No Doubt, Oasis, and all the other wanna-be types trying to work their way up to relevance).
Even Monday gets more than its fair share. “Monday, Monday” was a big hit for the Mamas & the Papas in 1966. (It’s not enough that they wanted us all to do drugs and have sex – they tried to undermine the traditional family by replacing them with hippie musical acts!) It continued until “Manic Monday” was rammed down our throats by the Bangles in 1986. (Here’s something they don’t want you to know – this one was penned by that Prince fellow who later changed his name to a demonic symbol. He also claimed that HE would die for us, when in reality we know that’s only true of our brave men and women in the service or dressed in blue. Oh, or Jesus, I guess.)
The Rolling Stones recorded “Ruby Tuesday” in 1967. The Moody Blues had a hit with “Tuesday Afternoon” the same year. Lynyrd Skynyrd rubbed it in with “Tuesday’s Gone” in 1973 (good riddance, I’d say, but it just keeps coming back). Simon and Garfunkel got all sentimental about “Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.” in 1963. That kept going through “Waiting for Wednesday” by Lisa Loeb in 1995.
There are literally hundreds of other examples. Hopefully, you’ve noticed the two things that should leap out at you about this list. First, it all started right after the Supreme Court made it illegal for children to pray in school in 1954. Second, there are NO SONGS ABOUT THURSDAY ANYWHERE IN THE HISTORY OF RECORDED MUSIC. Seems suspicious, doesn’t it? You’d think it would have come up at least a few times, what with it being a MAJOR DAY OF THE WEEK THROUGHOUT ALL OF AMERO-CHRISTIAN HISTORY until the left put a stop to it. Now you can be fired just for saying it!
I’m not afraid, though. In fact, I make a point every year of putting a calendar up in my kitchen with all SEVEN days of the week marked clearly on each and every month (because honestly, I’ve always believed that Thursday should be celebrated all year long). I’m a White American, dammit – I have a right to acknowledge Thursday no matter how much they persecute me or how hard they try to brainwash my kids out of believing in it!
So next time someone tells you to “have a nice day” or subtly tries to slip in “good morning” or (even worse) “buenos noches,” you look them right in the eye and let them know YOU call it THURSDAY – no matter what day of the week they and their pagan gods think it is.