From The Archives: “Happy Indian Extermination Day!” Don’t Think For A Minute That I Am Going To Spout Ignorance About THIS Day!

 

 

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 Jan and the rest of the “Klan” and enjoy a big ole turkey meal with all the trimmings. I remember last year there was some problem with the turkeys and there was a recall. 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! And I sincerely hope that there will be another recall this year AFTER you greedy fuckers have gorged yourselves to hell and back. 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.

Fox 9 Investigators: A death in tent city

“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.”

Pamela Rivera, an Indian, DIED in a homeless camp, assholes. So I guess in YOUR eyes, she should have had much to be ‘thankful’ for! 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?

Dude in the above picture is just beyond perplexed at his situation here in America.

“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.”

Translation:

“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?

Another Wake Up Call About “Thanksgiving” Brought To You From The Archives When Obama’s Lame Ass Was Still President

 

What I Am Thankful For On this Day, Thanksgiving Day!

 

 

I really had no thought of writing anything on Thanksgiving Day because several of my dear blogger friends took the time to post some wonderful Thanksgiving Day blog posts. And I have already re-blogged them to my heart’s content. But I just want to take this opportunity, and this is off the top of my head, to let them know how appreciative I am to know that there are some people who truly think for themselves. It does my heart good to know that there are some who will not simply conform to the dictates of a fucked up society, but who will indulge themselves in a bit of critical thinking. Try it sometime! It does my heart good to know that there are others like me who refuse to ‘like’ all up and down on some lies that are told to us about Thanksgiving Day and because we are too damn lazy, we refuse to do our own research and dig for the truth even if we have to dig underneath a pile of outrageous lies to find it.

We had a Black-assed president, who to this very day, is hell bent on preaching the vile ass lies about how some pilgrims came to this continent and loved all up and down on the Indians and he even compared the ‘pilgrims’ to the Syrian refugees. This vicious, chronic, habitual liar had the goddamn nerve to call a band of genocidal, homicidal maniacs, “refugees!” My tongue would have twisted so goddamn bad trying to get that lie out, that it would have eventually twisted itself loose and escaped from my lying ass mouth! We are still sitting somewhere swallowing the lies of warmongers and war hawks who are just as bad as the depraved and vile shits that fucked up the Indians and then commenced to hunting down innocent people in Africa and dragged them here to become slaves. These so-called ‘pilgrims’, who were actually colonizers, were not the salt of the earth; they should have been banned from the earth, as barbaric and brutal as they were and their progeny are still at it to this very day.

Kill! Kill! Kill! How can that ever be defined as benevolent, caring, compassionate, concerned and humanitarian? How can breeding and then killing millions of birds for Thanksgiving Day dinner tables ever be considered, humanitarian? How can consuming that which had a beating heart ever be considered, humanitarian? But that right there tells me something. It tells me that we so-called ‘humans’ have never been synonymous with ‘humanitarian’ for how could we be? We send our own offspring to die in wars started by depraved rejects from hell and we don’t have a problem with that. We know that the ‘animals’ that we consume on a daily basis have stood in piles of filth, stood in their own shit inside a hell and then were butchered as though they were never living tissue with eyes, brains, legs, a stomach; the same organs that we possess. Is it any wonder that the ‘human’ race is destroying itself? No, it is not! Because when we can destroy that which has never done us any harm simply because we want a steak; when we can destroy that which would leap gracefully away from us in fright and terror, we are not ‘human’. We shoot deer for sport. We consider this to be ‘hunting’. What a brave soul we are to ‘hunt’ down something that cannot defend itself against cowardly bastards with hunting rifles. You are not some great game hunter and yet you strut around with your trophies as though you have done something to be proud of. You’re nothing but a coward! You’re not fit to stand there looking all prideful beside the body of a dead lion or a dead deer or whatever else you think it your right to hunt down and kill because you are a depraved piece of filth! A cockroach stands heads and shoulders above your worthless ass!

Now, I am speaking to the hypocritical motherfuckers that went on and on about that big game hunter that went out and shot and killed Cecil, the lion. Why are YOU sitting down to a turkey dinner? Your hypocrisy petticoat is showing. I certainly did call it right when I called you all ‘hypocrites in my post, Trophy World because, indeed, that is what you are. How are you any different from the piece of dead shit that killed your beloved Cecil, the lion? Oh, that’s right! You did not actually kill that big, stuffed dead bird that you just carved into. So that makes it alright, doesn’t it. No, it does not! You were complicit in that bird’s death just as if you had killed it yourself because you were silent as the grave you are headed for because you stood by when you knew that millions of turkeys would lose their lives just so that you could display your hypocrisy and fake ass devotion to family and tradition. The next time a motherfucker kills Cecil, the lion’s brother’s brother, shut the fuck up! And don’t put that goddamn shit up for me to read because I fucking don’t appreciate reading about hypocrisy, ignorance and fake ass outrage! Save it! Because you have no cause to feel justified in your fake ass outrage over Cecil, the lion’s death while you sit there and unzip your pants because of your expanding stomach thanks to gorging yourself on a dead turkey! And then head to the doctor so that he can give you another pill because of all your weight-related health issues and then cry me a river!

And this brings me to something else. Our instinct for killing is not just for the so-called ‘animals’. We turn against other so-called ‘humans’ and we hunt and kill them for sport. We self-righteously tell ourselves that because this person’s skin tone is darker than ours, he or she does not deserve to live. They are not ‘human’. They will become just another trophy; another notch on this gun. Oh, this killing thing is sweet. It is so sweet that we can still sit up in church on a Sunday morning and bow our heads and pray about how good, benevolent and kind we are because we just put $100 into the collection plate and we wrote a $50 check out to Goodwill. See? We’re so good and thoughtful. Let us pat ourselves on our goddamn saintly ass back. That’s ‘humanitarian’. Again! No, it is not. That is hypocrisy. You’re a goddamn hypocrite and you are deceiving yourself into believing that you are good and decent when you are just flat out, dead filth. You don’t have a heart and you sure as hell don’t have that soul that your preacher or reverend is going on and on about. You are not going to some heavenly reward for being a humanitarian do-gooder. You are going to get planted and that’s it. Kid yourself all you want, but this is it. Do you honestly think that there is going to be some ‘god’ that is going to grant you the right to murder with impunity in some paradise beyond the stars? Do you honestly think that your filthy ass is going to enjoy the riches in some heavenly mansion? Yeah! Bow your stupid head and continue to pretend that you are the next best thing to a saint. You are nothing but a lying, hypocritical piece of nothing. I don’t care what your net worth is; you are worthless. I don’t care how much perfume you spray on or how much cologne you use, it will never conceal the stench of death because that is what you are; dead. And your ass is not in purgatory; that would be too good for the likes of you. This is it. You’re either a decent ‘human’ because you have got a heart or you are ‘dead’ and most of you are dead and you are the very ones who are posting “Happy Thanksgiving” posts back and forth to each other. You are the very ones that are gathering with the other thankful ‘dead’ pretending and postulating for the benefit of who? Because you have already proven that you are dead. Why else would you just go with the flow? You know what this day called, “Thanksgiving” is all about, but because you have no heart, you go on pretending that it is all about displaying fake ass love with family members you secretly hate and wish were dead so that you can swoop in and scoop up whatever trinkets and baubles and insurance benefits they may have left behind.

So yes, I am thankful because I am not sitting down at a table with a big stuffed dead bird on it; complete with all the trimmings. I am thankful because I am not gorging myself on the remains of a carcass of what used to be a living, breathing, beautiful bird. I am thankful that I am not sitting around the table with people that I detest and loathe all the while pretending that I am pleased to be with them. I am thankful that I am not a hypocrite; who after having prayed for 30 seconds, gorged myself on a dead bird, then immediately headed out the door to get a head start on my capitalism fix. I am thankful that I think for myself and have never felt the need to conform to the dictates of a fucked up society filled with the walking dead(and no, it’s not just a TV show). I am thankful that I can say that I am indeed, human and alive!

And no, I do not wish you a “Happy Thanksgiving” because I know what this day stands for and I have never stood for genocide, theft, lies, slavery, torture, rape, hunting, hypocrisy, corruption, brutality, barbarity, murder and war and I certainly don’t stand for ignorance. And if you are celebrating this day, you are too ignorant for words! And if you have a problem with this, bite me!

My Thanksgiving Post

 

I want to thank the Indians for giving up their land, willingly, so that I can sit down and enjoy a nice, plump turkey that was bred solely to be butchered, shipped to a grocery store near me and stuffed and cooked so that myself and those I adore can sit down to Thanksgiving dinner and enjoy the dead turkey, the cranberry sauce, the green bean casserole, the mashed potatoes, the rolls and for dessert, some delicious pumpkin or sweet potato pie. We are going to wine and dine and sit back and have our pictures taken and what a Norman Rockwell version of Thanksgiving that will be.

To hell with those lies!

On Thursday, November 28th, I shall not recognize a holiday mired in hypocrisy, torture, murder, thievery and the list is endless. I will not stand in line at an airport anxiously waiting to board a flight and head to a city filled with people I despise. I will not ‘celebrate’ what the white man has shit on and to this day, continues to shit on the Indigenous peoples of this land. As bad as Black folks have it, Indians have it far worse and, no indeed, I will not participate in this fucked up farce called, a holiday. This is no goddamn holiday! This is a travesty; a murderous atrocity! Only a nation filled with ignorant degenerates can turn something so vile, obscene and foul into a ‘holiday’. Only people with no heart or soul or conscience can sit somewhere and get enjoyment on a day that has been set aside to celebrate killing people and stealing their land; rejoicing on the very graves of those who were murdered so that we can sit somewhere and gorge ourselves in our well-heated homes and claim that we are thankful, but if we were really thankful, we would be demanding that the government do more to relieve the plight of those few Indians who are left; who are living in abject hell and who are dying in the most horrible way possible while we pretend that what happened to them wasn’t real.

Because the whites gloss over everything they do that is disgusting, vicious and hateful; the ugliness that they paint with a hypocritical brush of thankfulness and goodwill, we take that shit up and we run with it knowing full well that we are complicit in ignoring what actually happened between the so-called pilgrims, better known as colonizers and the Indians. You know damn well that there was no nice, warm and cozy Thanksgiving going on between the colonizers and the Indians; you know this. And yet, there you sit on your sanctimonious, fat American ass salivating over a dead turkey and all the trimmings while secretly hoping this celebration of thankfulness will be over by 6pm when Walmart opens and out the door you go to engage in your pre-Black Friday madness shopping. Not even for one whole day can you give up your lust for all things material; shit that only Americans lust for; will break each others necks for. You ugly ass Americans are so damn ugly, your faces should refuse to reflect it in a damn mirror. It shouldn’t just crack. It should refuse to even display the loathsome creature that’s staring into it.

I will always hate this time of year because I am bombarded not with the truth, but with advertisements of how many discounted items I can shop for and where. I am not bombarded with images of entire tribes of Indians wiped out; massacred, slaughtered, oh no! Never that! I am to finger my way through an ad touting deep discounts on TVs, smartphones, smartphone plans, new SUVs, bigger washing machines and dryers, robotic vacuum cleaners; everything that a plastic card can buy and so hop to it. No, I will not hop to it! Because I am not just some brain dead shopping drone who can’t think for herself. I am well aware of what went down between the colonizers and the Indians and there ain’t a goddamn thing to celebrate! I refuse to celebrate pure and unadulterated capitalism; a culture of consumerism where most everything we buy was made in sweat shops and factories in foreign lands producing industrial pollution by the metric ton so that we can talk shit about how thankful we are while a group of people who were here first are all but wiped out! But we are fucking going shopping while also spouting useless rhetoric about our concern over global warming; climate change when if we were still living like the Indians were, none of this would have come about!

The Indians are living like shit! Entire tribes were wiped out! The children of many Indians were taken from them and indoctrinated into the white mans ways. They were discouraged from speaking their native tongue, were discouraged in continuing in their ‘heathen’ ways as determined by the white man who could not be more of a heathen if he tried. You despicable white shits to this very day are just as vicious, cold and snakelike as those who are the reason your filthy asses exist.

But did you depraved abominations stop there? Oh hell no! You’re never quite finished fucking up people or their land, are you? No, indeed! You were just getting started with the Indians. After you had either outright killed the Indians or subdued them on reservations, it was time to build up this stolen land and lo and behold, that’s where my Black ass comes into it. Those who were dragged over here kicking and screaming in the holds of stinking cargo ships are the reason I sit here and write this. They also give me reason to hate your ass with a hatred so intense, I look as though fire is trying to escape from beneath my skin. I have no need to wonder why I am often red in the goddamn face. It is because every single time I see one of you slugs; one of you parasites, I wish that you would almost instantly drop dead, but writhe and moan in sheer torment first!

Everyone over here in America, Caucasoid cocksuckers, has every reason in the world to hate your filthy guts and believe me, many of us do! And I will not ‘celebrate’ your stinking hypocrisy; your continued genocide of entire ethnic groups including mine and like I always say, “Come on up in here with some goddamn ‘love all people’ shit and I will be more than happy to mop the goddamn cyber floor with your depraved white ass!” Every single time I hear of a mass shooting of whites by another white assed motherfucker, I laugh because there you just go on and on about “Black on Black” crime when why worry about us when your own kind is now filling your asses with bullets and they are all deemed, crazy. How can you be crazy? You are the very ones who have determined that all other groups are crazy and ‘for their own good’ of course, you’ve got them lining up to receive your poisoned psych pills, but who is running rampant over here killing children and anyone in sight for the sheer joy of it? Why you white terrorists, that’s who. Oh, but that’s what makes you think you’re filled with ‘supremacy’, right? Because you can amass a shitload of guns and get to shooting wherever and whenever you please? Go ahead! Because karma is a bitch and all that killing that you have engaged in, the world over, is coming home to bite you in the ass. Yes, indeed white folks, enjoy your Thanksgiving because some white mass murdering terrorist just might make it your last!

Oh and lest I forget, here is some ‘good’ news about the first day of hunting season in Wisconsin.

4 shot on opening weekend of deer hunting season in Wisconsin

A 38-year old white man shot himself in the foot, the same  thing happened to a 29-year old white woman. Another white ‘hunter’ shot a 19-year old white woman in the hand and another white man was shot while also deer hunting. You white shits are still at it; can’t stop shooting and killing animals OR humans. And yet, your depraved asses are going to sit around at a table on Thanksgiving Day and pray as though you have any humanity in you whatsoever when anyone with two eyes and more than two brain cells connected and working know that that is a bald faced lie! You cannot get anywhere near ‘humanity’ without bursting into flames, you vicious, vile, depraved blood thirsty shits! And even your beloved dogs are turning on your ass!

German man dies after his dog licks him

A man in Bremen, Germany, died from a very rare infection he developed after his dog licked him.  He was admitted to the intensive care unit when his organs started failing. Despite strong antibiotics and other efforts to save him, his condition declined rapidly. The man died 16 days later.

And don’t even think for a minute that this shit is only occurring over in Germany because remember this, “Dog Damn Near Licks Owner To Death,” and that occurred in this shithole, not once but twice because a white bitch had the same thing happen to her. Even FIDO is fed up with your depraved asses and rightly so! But go right ahead and sit your hypocritical murdering asses down at a “Thanksgiving” dinner table and pray. Your pasty asses are beyond prayer and even your pets are trying to kill you. Yeah, pray….for all the good it’s going to do you!

Fuck YOU and fuck YOUR Thanksgiving bullshit!

 

“Happy” Indian Extermination Day!

 

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.

Fox 9 Investigators: A death in tent city

“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?

Dude in the above picture is just beyond perplexed at his situation here in America.

“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.”

Translation:

“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??!!!

 

 

 

On Thanksgiving….

 

I want to thank the Indians for giving up their land, willingly, so that I can sit down and enjoy a nice, plump turkey that was bred solely to be butchered, shipped to a grocery store near me and stuffed and cooked so that myself and those I adore can sit down to Thanksgiving dinner and enjoy the dead turkey, the cranberry sauce, the green bean casserole, the mashed potatoes, the rolls and for dessert, some delicious pumpkin or sweet potato pie. We are going to wine and dine and sit back and have our pictures taken and what a Norman Rockwell version of Thanksgiving that will be.

To hell with those lies!

On Thursday, November 23rd, I shall not recognize a holiday mired in hypocrisy, torture, murder, thievery and the list is endless. I will not stand in line at an airport anxiously waiting to board a flight and head to a city filled with people I despise. I will not ‘celebrate’ what the white man has shit on and to this day, continues to shit on the Indigenous peoples of this land. As bad as Black folks have it, Indians have it far worse and, no indeed, I will not participate in this fucked up farce called, a holiday. This is no goddamn holiday! This is a travesty; a murderous atrocity! Only a nation filled with ignorant degenerates can turn something so vile, obscene and foul into a ‘holiday’. Only people with no heart or soul or conscience can sit somewhere and get enjoyment on a day that has been set aside to celebrate killing people and stealing their land; rejoicing on the very graves of those who were murdered so that we can sit somewhere and gorge ourselves in our well-heated homes and claim that we are thankful, but if we were really thankful, we would be demanding that the government do more to relieve the plight of those few Indians who are left; who are living in abject hell and who are dying in the most horrible way possible while we pretend that what happened to them wasn’t real.

Because the whites gloss over everything they do that is disgusting, vicious and hateful; the ugliness that they paint with a hypocritical brush of thankfulness and goodwill, we take that shit up and we run with it knowing full well that we are complicit in ignoring what actually happened between the so-called pilgrims and the Indians. You know very well that there was no nice, warm and cozy Thanksgiving going on between the pilgrims and the Indians; you know this. And yet, there you sit on your sanctimonious, fat American ass salivating over a dead turkey and all the trimmings while secretly hoping this celebration of thankfulness will be over by 6pm when Wal-Mart opens and out the door you go to engage in your pre-Black Friday madness shopping. Not even for one whole day can you give up your lust for all things material; shit that only Americans lust for, will break each others necks for. You ugly ass Americans are so damn ugly, your faces should refuse to reflect it in a damn mirror. It shouldn’t just crack. It should refuse to even display the loathsome creature that’s staring into it.

I will always hate this time of year because I am bombarded not with the truth, but with advertisements of how many discounted items I can shop for and where. I am not bombarded with images of entire tribes of Indians wiped out; massacred, slaughtered, oh no! Never that! I am to finger my way through an ad touting deep discounts on TVs, smartphones, smartphone plans, new SUVs, bigger washing machines and dryers, robotic vacuum cleaners; everything that a plastic card can buy and so hop to it. No, I will not hop to it! Because I am not just some brain dead shopping drone who can’t think for herself. I am well aware of what went down between the pilgrims and the Indians and there ain’t a goddamn thing to celebrate! I refuse to celebrate pure and unadulterated capitalism; a culture of consumerism where most everything we buy was made in sweat shops and factories in foreign lands producing industrial pollution by the metric ton so that we can talk shit about how thankful we are while a group of people who were here first are all but wiped out! But we are fucking going shopping while also spouting useless rhetoric about our concern over global warming; climate change when if we were still living like the Indians were, none of this would have come about!

The Indians are living like shit! Entire tribes were wiped out! The children of many Indians were taken from them and indoctrinated into the white mans ways. They were discouraged from speaking their native tongue, were discouraged in continuing in their ‘heathen’ ways as determined by the white man who could not be more of a heathen if he tried. You despicable white shits to this very day are just as vicious, cold and snakelike as those who are the reason your filthy asses exist.

But did you depraved abominations stop there? Oh hell no! You’re never quite finished fucking up people or their land, are you? No, indeed! You were just getting started with the Indians. After you had either outright killed the Indians or subdued them on reservations, it was time to build up this stolen land and lo and behold, that’s where my Black ass comes into it. Those who were dragged over here kicking and screaming in the holds of stinking cargo ships are the reason I sit here and write this. They also give me reason to hate your ass with a hatred so intense, I look as though fire is trying to escape from beneath my skin. I have no need to wonder why I am often red in the goddamn face. It is because every single time I see one of you worms, I wish that you would almost instantly drop dead, but writhe and moan in sheer torment first!

Everyone over here in America, Caucasoid cocksuckers, has every reason in the world to hate your filthy guts and believe me, many of us do! And I will not ‘celebrate’ your stinking hypocrisy; your continued genocide of entire ethnic groups including mine and like I always say, “Come on up in here with some goddamn ‘love all people’ shit and I will be more than happy to mop the goddamn cyber floor with your depraved white ass!” Every single time I hear of a mass shooting of whites by another white assed motherfucker, I laugh because there you just go on and on about “Black on Black” crime when why worry about us when your own kind is now filling your asses with bullets and they are all deemed, crazy. How can you be crazy? You are the very ones who have determined that all other groups are crazy and ‘for their own good’ of course, you’ve got them lining up to receive your poisoned psych pills, but who is running rampant over here killing children and anyone in sight for the sheer joy of it? Why you white terrorists, that’s who. Oh, but that’s what makes you think you’re filled with ‘supremacy’, right? Because you can amass a shitload of guns and get to shooting wherever and whenever you please? Go ahead! Because karma is a bitch and all that killing that you have engaged in, the world over, is coming home to bite you in the ass. Yes, indeed white folks, enjoy your Thanksgiving because some white mass murdering terrorist just might make it your last!

What I Am Thankful For On this Day, Thanksgiving Day!

Thanksgiving my ass

 

I really had no thought of writing anything on Thanksgiving Day because several of my dear blogger friends took the time to post some wonderful Thanksgiving Day blog posts. And I have already re-blogged them to my heart’s content. But I just want to take this opportunity, and this is off the top of my head, to let them know how appreciative I am to know that there are some people that truly think for themselves. It does my heart good to know that there are some who will not simply conform to the dictates of a fucked up society, but who will indulge themselves in a bit of critical thinking. Try it sometime! It does my heart good to know that there are others like me who refuse to ‘like’ all up and down on some lies that are told to us about Thanksgiving Day and because we are too damn lazy, we refuse to do our own research and dig for the truth even if we have to dig underneath a pile of outrageous lies to find it.

We have a goddamn president that is to this very day, hell bent on preaching the vile ass lies about how some pilgrims came to this continent and loved all up and down on the Indians and he even compared the ‘pilgrims’ to the Syrian refugees. This vicious, chronic, habitual liar had the goddamn nerve to call a band of genocidal, homicidal maniacs, “refugees!” My tongue would have twisted so goddamn bad trying to get that lie out, that it would have eventually twisted itself loose and escaped from my lying ass mouth! We are still sitting somewhere swallowing the lies of warmongers and war hawks who are just as bad as the depraved and vile shits that fucked up the Indians and then commenced to hunting down innocent people in Africa and dragged them here to become slaves. These so-called ‘pilgrims’ were not the salt of the earth; they should have been banned from the earth, as barbaric and brutal as they were and their progeny are still at it to this very day.

Kill! Kill! Kill! How can that ever be defined as benevolent, caring, compassionate, concerned and humanitarian? How can breeding and then killing millions of birds for Thanksgiving Day dinner tables ever be considered, humanitarian? How can consuming that which had a beating heart ever be considered, humanitarian? But that right there tells me something. It tells me that we so-called ‘humans’ have never been synonymous with ‘humanitarian’ for how could we be? We send our own offspring to die in wars started by depraved rejects from hell and we don’t have a problem with that. We know that the ‘animals’ that we consume on a daily basis have stood in piles of filth, stood in their own shit inside a hell and then were butchered as though they were never living tissue with eyes, brains, legs, a stomach; the same organs that we possess. Is it any wonder that the ‘human’ race is destroying itself? No, it is not! Because when we can destroy that which has never done us any harm simply because we want a steak; when we can destroy that which would leap gracefully away from us in fright and terror, we are not ‘human’. We shoot deer for sport. We consider this to be ‘hunting’. What a brave soul we are to ‘hunt’ down something that cannot defend itself against cowardly bastards with hunting rifles. You are not some great game hunter and yet you strut around with your trophies as though you have done something to be proud of. You’re nothing but a coward! You’re not fit to stand there looking all prideful beside the body of a dead lion or a dead deer or whatever else you think it your right to hunt down and kill because you are a depraved piece of filth! A cockroach stands heads and shoulders above your worthless ass!

Now, I am speaking to the hypocritical motherfuckers that went on and on about that big game hunter that went out and shot and killed Cecil, the lion. Why are YOU sitting down to a turkey dinner? Your hypocrisy petticoat is showing. I certainly did call it right when I called you all ‘hypocrites in my post, Trophy World because, indeed, that is what you are. How are you any different from the piece of dead shit that killed your beloved Cecil, the lion? Oh, that’s right! You did not actually kill that big, stuffed dead bird that you just carved into. So that makes it alright, doesn’t it. No, it does not! You were complicit in that bird’s death just as if you had killed it yourself because you were silent as the grave you are headed for because you stood by when you knew that millions of turkeys would lose their lives just so that you could display your hypocrisy and fake ass devotion to family and tradition. The next time a motherfucker kills Cecil, the lion’s brother’s brother, shut the fuck up! And don’t put that goddamn shit up for me to read because I fucking don’t appreciate reading about hypocrisy, ignorance and fake ass outrage! Save it! Because you have no cause to feel justified in your fake ass outrage over Cecil, the lion’s death while you sit there and unzip your pants because of your expanding stomach thanks to gorging yourself on a dead turkey! And then head to the doctor so that he can give you another pill because of all your weight-related health issues and then cry me a river!

And this brings me to something else. Our instinct for killing is not just for the so-called ‘animals’. We turn against other so-called ‘humans’ and we hunt and kill them for sport. We self-righteously tell ourselves that because this person’s skin tone is darker than ours, he or she does not deserve to live. They are not ‘human’. They will become just another trophy; another notch on this gun. Oh, this killing thing is sweet. It is so sweet that we can still sit up in church on a Sunday morning and bow our heads and pray about how good, benevolent and kind we are because we just put $100 into the collection plate and we wrote a $50 check out to Goodwill. See? We’re so good and thoughtful. Let us pat ourselves on our goddamn saintly ass back. That’s ‘humanitarian’. Again! No, it is not. That is hypocrisy. You’re a goddamn hypocrite and you are deceiving yourself into believing that you are good and decent when you are just flat out, dead filth. You don’t have a heart and you sure as hell don’t have that soul that your preacher or reverend is going on and on about. You are not going to some heavenly reward for being a humanitarian do-gooder. You are going to get planted and that’s it. Kid yourself all you want, but this is it. Do you honestly think that there is going to be some ‘god’ that is going to grant you the right to murder with impunity in some paradise beyond the stars? Do you honestly think that your filthy ass is going to enjoy the riches in some heavenly mansion? Yeah! Bow your stupid head and continue to pretend that you are the next best thing to a saint. You are nothing but a lying, hypocritical piece of nothing. I don’t care what your net worth is; you are worthless. I don’t care how much perfume you spray on or how much cologne you use, it will never conceal the stench of death because that is what you are; dead. And your ass is not in purgatory; that would be too good for the likes of you. This is it. You’re either a decent ‘human’ because you have got a heart or you are ‘dead’ and most of you are dead and you are the very ones who are posting “Happy Thanksgiving” posts back and forth to each other. You are the very ones that are gathering with the other thankful ‘dead’ pretending and postulating for the benefit of who? Because you have already proven that you are dead. Why else would you just go with the flow? You know what this day called, “Thanksgiving” is all about, but because you have no heart, you go on pretending that it is all about displaying fake ass love with family members you secretly hate and wish were dead so that you can swoop in and scoop up whatever trinkets and baubles and insurance benefits they may have left behind.

So yes, I am thankful because I am not sitting down at a table with a big stuffed dead bird on it; complete with all the trimmings. I am thankful because I am not gorging myself on the remains of a carcass of what used to be a living, breathing, beautiful bird. I am thankful that I am not sitting around the table with people that I detest and loathe all the while pretending that I am pleased to be with them. I am thankful that I am not a hypocrite; who after having prayed for 30 seconds, gorged myself on a dead bird, then immediately headed out the door to get a head start on my capitalism fix. I am thankful that I think for myself and have never felt the need to conform to the dictates of a fucked up society filled with the walking dead(and no, it’s not just a TV show). I am thankful that I can say that I am indeed, human and alive!

And no, I do not wish you a “Happy Thanksgiving” because I know what this day stands for and I have never stood for genocide, theft, lies, slavery, torture, rape, hunting, hypocrisy, corruption, brutality, barbarity, murder and war and I certainly don’t stand for ignorance. And if you are celebrating this day, you are too ignorant for words! And if you have a problem with this, bite me!