Have you ever had Thanksgiving in a casino?
It’s an experience I’m dying to try. One casino here in California was offering to give you a whole kit that you could take home with you. That’s the future—delivery of the bird not from a grocery store but a den of sin. That’s pure disruption.
After all, if we are bound for a future of crooks and robbers, the kind of unrepentant souls who would rather dim the sun than change their ways, you could at least trust the casinos—even mindful that all the good Sicilians are gone and soulless corporate entities control those too.