Now that the day for that yucky thankfulness mumbo jumbo has come and gone, I am temporarily freezing my holiday cheer and gearing up to celebrate the spirit of complaining.

I am not only talking about the sort of complaining that happened yesterday morning when Black Friday shoppers learned their favorite big box store had only 2½ $278 Samsung 32-inch LCD TVs in stock.

I am talking about all the gripes fit to tick.

These are the ones people push down and push down until grandma’s beloved Santa Claus cookie jar is “accidentally” smashed into enough pieces to match the national debt.

Yeah, we collectively have a lot for which to be thankful. No matter what stupid people say, America is still the greatest nation on earth. Compared to the rest of the world, living here is super duper awesome. We are not all Kid Rock and we don’t all live in Malibu dream houses. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have a right or reason to rant.

This is why I declare to- day a national day of belly- aching (another b-word would also work).

It is an opportunity to get all the growling out once and for all before you return to those Thanksgiving leftovers and the rest of the holiday season.

Consider the seemingly dire state of affairs in Washington. Consider how fat the fat cats have become. The nation needs to go “whoosh.”

America needs Bellyaching Day and Bellyaching Day needs America.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a complaint-free Christmas, Hanukkah and Festivus, followed by a solutions-seeking New Year?

So assemble your bellyaches and prepare to release them into the universe. Let the Klingons deal with the mess. Shout them from the rooftops and bus stops.

And don’t just stop at beefs related to national concern. I have plenty of squawks that have nada to do with international turmoil, unemployment rates or the price of tea in China.

I get seriously ticked when some idiot flies by me on the highway going 115 miles per hour, but I get pinched going 72 in a 65.

I am outraged when my McDonald’s order is wrong. Egg, cheese and McMuffin, but no sausage! How could I possibly consume that? The humanity.

I go grizzly brown bear when people wear PJs and head-scarves outside of the house.

Watch out if the Chianti bottle runs dry.

What do you think? What is your biggest gripe? Contact this columnist at (937) 225-2384, arobinson@Dayton DailyNews.com or Twitter.com/smartmouth.

Reader responses

Last week, Amelia asked readers if the Occupy Dayton protest has been effective. Below is a sampling of Facebook.

“They lost their direction making a big deal about vacating the square for the Grande Illumination. Had they simply gone along with the wishes of the (Downtown Dayton Partnership), without two weeks of drama, I’d actually have applauded their actions. ... ” — Pat Offenberger

“We’re helping people remember we have a voice, that there is a community, that we care. I have a job; I’m getting a degree; I live on my own only within my means. I don’t want a handout. I want people to become aware of the world around them. It’s controlled completely by corporations ... . Occupy is helping people come to that realization. — Jonnie Wright