Wednesday: Wait! We cannot break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, and you will play golf, and eat hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They said do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.
Amanda: Gary, she’s changing the lines.
Wednesday: And for all of these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.
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She left out the part where they all become millionaires off the stupid white man’s gambling habits
But, yeah.
Isn’t that sad? Don’t we just hate that? Don’t we wish they’d just die?
Ah, good times. In support of my peeps back on the reservation, I’m not celebrating Thanksgiving. Until tomorrow. Have a happy one!