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Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.

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Today is Thanksgiving: the ultimate holiday in which our American lineage chose to portray its ideal of white supremecy all over the world, and of course, America itself. Don't get me wrong, I dig getting the week off, but sometimes, it's the principle that counts. Come to think of it now, it's one of the main reasons why I write these "Things I Hate..." essays. It's the principle that counts... Well, I should educate you uneducated people on a tidbit of American History that you may not be aware of.

Poor poor Puritans...the lot of you coming on the Mayflower, then found Squanto, and had a great celebration in Thanksgiving. How story/textbookish... I mean, there really wasn't much difference between a storybook and a textbook by telling people that Thanksgiving was a positive event. Let me explain. First of all, in the 150 or so passengers on the Mayflower, only about 25-30 of them were Puritans, It's a shame really, since the other 100 or so of them were eager entrepreneurs, who were looking for business in dealing with SLAVES. These Pilgrims, with no survival skills whatsoever, robbed Native graves, stole from Native food, and mostly lived on Native charity. Hell, they ate corpses when there was no food left, that's totally disgusting... Now, they found Squanto, who wasn't really a translator, he's as European as Jin is black. He looks Native American, but he's been a slave since he was 9, went around Europe for the next 10 years, and came home at the age of 19. He taught the Puritans to do everything, those sinners, and in turn, to celebrate, they held a feast, in which we're lead to believe was a byproduct of European aid.

We're told that they put on a feast that no Native nor White man had ever seen. Well, duh... The Pilgrims never literally seen the feast, since all the food made was native, as in all American food (note my irony), and the Natives might never seen this feast...it's theoretical... They might have...who knows? The point in, We've gloified Thanksgiving way too much, where we think it's a uniquely American holiday. It is, you can say, but the Native Americans had it before us. (The equinoxial fall harvest)

Wasn't that informative, everyone? That's my two cents for all of you this fine white holiday.

PS. The turkey was great, the ham rocked, and the yams weren't sweet enough. I am grateful for the 30 dollars I made and the 20 I (hopefully) will be making on Sunday.
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GonE

PPS. I NEED ZOMBIE CARDS!!!


  And the wind brought Clive @ 1:41 AM

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