A succinct and well constructed piece here concerning the time of thanks.
A time of thanks.
Now let’s all bow our heads and give our Maker His moment due.
And a toast; to the Injuns in the Plymouths, who we so ceremoniously honored that first Thanksgiving Day and who so graciously gave up their land, their lives, their everything to broken promises, lies, pillaging, rape, murder, and plunder so that renewed white Puritan supremacy may rule from sea to shining radioactive sea. Oh say can you see by the dawn’s . . . Damn if it don’t just fill my heart with bliss I could spit. By hell, I think I just shed a tear.
Now in honor of that genocidal era when God bequeathed us whites their land of milk and honey, bestowing liberty and justice for all, not to mention slaves…
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