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Yeah. We kicked their cannibal asses and took it. So we'll have a holiday. Fuck them.
I've been listening to that tragic noble savage dreck all my life and I've about had enough of it. It's a harvest festival for chrissakes. The seeds we planted grew good. We have enough to eat, yay lets have a party and eat until we throw up!
That's all. It has nothing whatsoever to do with native americans in any way shape or form, other than the fact that there were a couple in attendance.
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"Mother Hitton's Littul Kittons wait for you down there. Little pets they are, little little little pets. Cute little things, they say. Don't you believe it. No man ever saw them and walked away alive. You won't either. That's the final dash, flash. That's the utter clobber, cobber." --Cordwainer Smith, Norstrillia.
Last edited by ClancyBoy : 11-21-2007 at 02:41 AM.
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