Cut the bullshit! Call a spade, a spade. Quit dancing around the truth! The truth is that ignorant, stupid, greedy Americans celebrate a day that pays homage to some bullshit about how ‘murdering
pilgrims colonizers and Indians celebrated their great relationship with a feast because the Indians were just so thankful that a group of pasty-asses crawled ashore, knowing fuck all about this land and yet, somehow, managed to overcome scurvy and syphilis, small pox and some more shit to feed the original inhabitants after having chased turkeys all over the goddamn place, caught some and then I guess, cooked them over an open fire and the contributions of the grateful Indians was to hand over some ‘Indian corn’ whereupon, everyone sat down and partook of an excellent meal. After the meal, the Indians were slaughtered as well and the confiscation of their land began. Immigration laws? What immigration laws? Who the hell needed a damn passport? “We is WHITE and so we is RIGHT to kill, steal and oh hell, we need some slaves! There ain’t enough Indians left and they’re all hiding in the hills, the few that’s not on reservations. Let’s crawl back into those ships and head back out. Goddamn! There they are! Look lively there! Haul ’em aboard, Black-assed motherfuckers, that they are! Get over here! Prime specimens. Great for breeding purposes and for fucking. We done hit the mother load! Hot damn!”
Ain’t that about it? Have I fucking lied? Hell no! Board that plane to see Aunt Jane and the rest of the “Klan” and enjoy a big ole turkey meal with all the trimmings. I hear tell that the turkeys this year are ‘hit and miss’, meaning that there’s some salmonella issues and Jennie-O Turkey just recalled 91,000 pounds of raw turkey meat thanks to salmonella. Apparently, tryptophan and salmonella just shouldn’t mix. Neither should pilgrim colonizers and Indians when one intends to exterminate the other, but that’s what happened and so dig in! I hope you greedy, gluttonous motherfuckers moan and whine and shit your pants on your way out the door for the ‘early bird’ specials thanks to salmonella induced diarrhea . It would serve you ignorant motherfuckers right!
Of course everyone has just simply forgotten or more likely, chose to ignore the fact that the oh so grateful Indians on those lovely Hallmark cards alongside those murdering pasty-faced colonizers never existed because the bullshit that you believe is an outrageous lie, but you love lies because then you don’t have to face the truth because it’s ugly and you don’t like ugly. That is why you prefer that the truth be ‘whitewashed’, sugarcoated and some mo shit! Yeah! Let’s put it out there that everyone got along just like we do today, is that it? Who the fuck is getting along? Oh, we are going to see some pictures of some long lines at airports because, once again, we’ve got to live the lie. We’ve got to pretend that everything is hunky dory and that we are just so grateful to spend time with family we secretly despise and detest, but since we are told that on Thanksgiving, we are to ‘pretend’ if need be that we are thankful for family and friends and big, groaning tables full of ‘cardiac arrest’, then we will, such dutiful, obedient sheep, are we. And the tree is already decorated over in the corner just waiting on those expensive presents, all beautifully gift wrapped to be placed underneath it and you’ve already got your shopping strategy mapped out. Plane lands, met by drunk Uncle Jack, who farts and belches his way back to Aunt Jane’s house where there’s a bunch of folks knocking back alcohol and you swear you see, out of the corner of your eye, Uncle Jack’s wife giving Uncle David, a ‘come hither’ look. Then it’s kiss and hug everyone time and insincere utterances of “how nice to see you and oh, don’t you look lovely in that sweater” which you secretly think is uglier than Aunt Jane’s face. Tomorrow, it’s take half an hour to ‘give thanks’ and out the door for the “Door buster sales” you go! And you will kick, beat and scratch your way all over the store for yet ANOTHER TV, smartphone and anything else to distract you from the truth!
Oh, we are so good at pretense and we are even better at doing what we have been programmed to do without thought. You are told to celebrate “Thanksgiving” on the fourth Thursday of every November and you do it. You are told what to eat on that day and you eat it even if it means a salmonella diagnosis with you shitting and puking at the same time. You are told to shop the next day or in some cases, just as soon as you clean your plate and you do it. You don’t see anything wrong with this picture, do you? Of course you don’t because thinking for yourself is a novelty; patently unheard of and you wouldn’t dare stand alone, conformist that you are. Buck the trend? Who you? NEVER! Those who write the script for you to follow can count on you and millions of others to do exactly as you are told, without question and you do it. And those who write the script have made damn sure that they keep the truth in check. Who needs to be continuously fed the truth in that “Thanksgiving” is a fucking lie, a travesty and a tragedy. I know one thing, your ass would never drive through an Indian reservation and see the devastation, hopelessness, despair and abject poverty. Hell! That’s not on the way to your shopping spree!
You think ALL Indians are living the good life thanks to casino gambling and so what the fuck do you have to consider their plight for? Let me clear one thing up right now. The majority of Indians get no revenue from gaming; only a select few. The majority spend their short lives living in poverty and many are homeless since reservation life is beyond intolerable. They are still just as addicted to ‘firewater’ today as they were when the first pasty-faced shits gave them that, supposedly, in exchange for their land. And I am so naïve as to believe that the land your house sits own, you bartered for it with the bank. You gave the bank manager cases of liquor and he gave you the deed to your house. I mean, what was good enough for the Indians should be good enough for that pasty-faced bank manager, shouldn’t it? Fuck no! Yeah! Take a case of liquor to a bank and state that you intend to exchange that for a nice, prime piece of land on which to build you a home. That’s going to go over real well.
So no, it’s not “Happy Thanksgiving!” It’s “Happy” Indian Extermination Day! That’s the goddamn truth because Indians are still dying because they are homeless to this very day. Go ahead and wish Pamela Rivera, a “Happy Thanksgiving!” She can’t hear you because she just died in a homeless tent city in Minnesota while waiting on some affordable housing to open up. But I am sure that when she was alive, she was eternally grateful when “Thanksgiving” came around each and every November.
“My name is Pamela Rivera and we are at a homeless camp,” she can be heard saying in a video that was posted on Facebook. “We just call it tent town for natives.”
Puke your fucking guts out after eating a goddamn heaping helping of salmonella. Shit until your asshole burns and crap yourself ALL the fucking way to Walmart, why doncha!
The plight of her people was consigned to the garbage while we celebrate lies, lies and damned lies! But remember this, what comes around, goes around. There are many who are still homeless down in Florida thanks to Hurricane Michael and the same is going down in California thanks to those wildfires that are still raging. I hear tell that many will be spending “Thanksgiving” in a tent city in a Walmart parking lot. Oh wait! They are being moved to some fairgrounds due to inclement weather. I remember seeing pictures of tents set up in parking lots of shopping centers awaiting store openings. Well, this year, some of those tents will contain those whose homes have burned to the ground. Karma is a bitch, ain’t it?
“I never thought I’d live in a tent city,” said Mr. Winter, 39, a Marine Corps veteran and software developer who had recently emerged from a stretch of homelessness, only to lose everything he owned in the devastating Camp Fire, the deadliest California wildfire on record. “I mean, this is America; we’re not supposed to live this way. But here we are, man, the new normal.”
“I am WHITE! What the fuck am I doing living out of a tent in a field at Walmart? I am a WHITE Marine Corps vet, who you should be bending over backwards thanking for my service killing people that I didn’t even know….AND…..I am a software developer and even though I was homeless before becoming homeless AGAIN, this shit ain’t supposed to happen to ME! I’m WHITE! What about that can you people not understand? I am WHITE, goddamn it! And fucking hey! I voted for Donald “Make America Great Again!” Trump but this bullshit ain’t fucking great! Get me some help and get me some help now! Fuck this shit man, I AM WHITE!”
Jarrad Winter, welcome to Pamela Rivera’s world! Oh, and “Happy Indian Extermination Day!” Ain’t karma, a bitch??!!!