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Interesting Holiday, Thanksgiving. Everyone gathers together to eat a large bird, known exclusively for its stupidity, and a chemical which makes people lethargic. This Thanksgiving, is purported to have come from a time when the English "settlers", or "Invaders" as some people would say, apparently came together with the Native Americans to eat corn. And Squash.

I think that's it, cause some time shortly there-after we began to "discover", or "take" things from the Native Americans (Indians). Like Land and stuff. Not that the Native Americans could tell at first, because they essentially, didn't follow the general concept of ownership.

Now, to be clear, lets further explore the term Native, from Native American. Native is a word which comes from the Latin "Here First" or the later transcribed Greek term "Dibbs". Which is really where the debate as to "Discovery"/"Theftscovery" begins.

Now, to some eyes it would appear that the whole, "We were here before you" thing is open and shut, and pretty much ends the whole debate. But wait, on the settlers side comes the idea, rather notion, ergo concept of "Manifest Destiny"; or the "Well God said we could have it so there", idea.

Again, I find it a little bit odd that these folks fled England for religious freedom (zealotry) in the first place; only to turn right around and invoke this whole god (idolatry) thing leans towards absurdity.

To whit I realy get lost on this whole we're civilized and your savages thing. First off, nobody showered. Nobody. Ever. Its in all the movies. Furthermore, powder is not Soap. I don't care if Lye was invented understood or available. Powder is but a thin veil that the skunk wears to appear like a Kitten.

Then there is the whole TP thing. Of which I am not referring to Native American lodging (Tee Pee). I have two scary words for you. The first is Corn. Which is only shortly followed after dramatic pause by Cobb. Corn Cobb. R U KIDDING ME? So not only is every ones poop full of corn, which is horrific an image enough, but then folks had to return to the source to return the pieces to the source (think about it, but don't picture it).

Savages my foot. At-least Native American clothing was roomier. and breathed better. A truss? A Truss? Really? If your clothing hampers your breathing.....

So I'm in a tavern looking across from this fair maiden who is powdered for smell, purple for lack of oxygen, and wreaks of corn. And she wants to make small talk about savages. Savages, at this point I'm leaving the tavern and lookin for Pocahontas.

peace,
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