Posted: November 23, 2018
Everyone in the blogosphere wants to know how Charles Johnson’s Thanksgiving went. It went like this:
At 11am he posted a music video on LGF, then went silent, presumably to prepare a grand Thanksgiving Dinner. Then 3-1/2 hours later:
On our tradtional Day of Reverence, to be grateful for what we have – good fortune, good friends and family – and to remember those who are no longer with us, Charles is a miserable hateful person.
By 5:55pm, his bird was still not done, so let’s run the numbers. Say the prep for the turkey is one hour before you shove it into the oven, and if the rule of thumb is 15 minutes per pound, Charles bought a 24 lb. Butterball. For himself.
About a half hour later, the “big freakin’ bird” is done, and Charles has already consumed so much food he’s sleepy.
Does anyone buy that story given the timeline?
Charles didn’t go anywhere, didn’t have any friends or family over to his place, and didn’t eat it all in 20 minutes.
Or maybe he did.
LMAO Chuck. You’re more transparent than Claude Rains ever was.