Its a sad fact but I the last of the Mowiggas a proud Injun tribe of the great planes. We had our casino on the great river Boeing until pale face took away our liquor license and moved us all into brown stone apartments in Manhattan.
Ok I'm really just an honorary member after marrying several of their young weemen, the marriage ceremony involved a great deal of pain and endurance but those gurls were up to it. I sold the tribal land to some Pilgrims for some lovely handcrafted side tables it wasn't actually my land as we injuns don't believe any man can own the land so I was kinda tricked, fucking religious zealot crazy cunts, may they all burn in Hell like Darth Vader did. 
Do we Injuns get together and eat Turkey and stuffing? well only if yer offering, we may be tricked into giving away our lands for beads but we ain't stupid enough to turn down a free meal.
Who gives a fuck if they are happy or not? you got yers. Remember kindness like helping Pilgrims through harsh winters or welcumming Columbus to yer dinner table is seen as a sign of weakness. You don't want yer land taken by that Andrew Jackson cunt so if in doubt take them out.
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Are the INDIANS happy.
I'd say they're on a high in Mumbai today, and only the start of things to come, with the world economy going down.
Like I said to you (time for fare dues)
a long time ago, and two days ago a report by the OECD: "the UK will suffer a deeper recession than any other major economy in 2009.
As for the native Americans, as long as they can manage to keep the hands of the greedy little fucks who want the their land for uranium, things will be fine.
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"I am Lakota!
Lakota!
Fighting among ourselves
All we can say with one whole heart
Is we won't sell
No we'll never sell
We want the land!
The lonely coyote calls
In the woodlands footprints of the deer
In the barrooms poor drunk bastard falls
In the courtrooms deaf ears sixty years
You think we're sleeping but
Quietly like rattlesnakes and stars
We have seen the trampled rainbows
In the smoke of cars
I am Lakota"
The American Thanksgiving Myth is as fercockt as Christmas. Images of nice Pilgrims sharing a meal with the noble savages..gosh that's cute.
One hundred years later the genocide is nearly completed and the 50 million bison that the people of the Plains had been existing on for thousands of years have been slaughtered.
It should be called ThanksGETTING!
Now as for the real Indians..I fear that the bombs are heralding a reorganisation..
The present post-Colonial map of India will disintegrate and the largest english speaking democracy on the planet will contract and subdivide into smaller units of have and have-not States...
just like the US did.
I likey the pie and er, "sorry" about the rest.
Let's eat Boxer.
mm I had this written before Mumbai or Bombay as it is really called, ah well Blogjinx and job openings.
tater has anyone ever told you that you think too much? as long as those blood thirsty Hindus don't keep killed the blood thirsty Christians then the blood thirsty Muslims will win.
ab ach its all bygones, they love the poor living conditions.
MJ as long as I get some breast.
MJ!
may I offer a collective
"our bad" from America to the Indians?
If any two countries on Earth would be willing to lob Nukes at each other until the sacred cows come home it's India and Pakistan.
Someday there might be a radioactive lake in the middle of Kashmir..dunna nunna-na nunna-na nunna-na
f*ck!
stops to turn off the inevitable intro to the eponymous Led Zep song
where was I? Oh yeah and another thing the mountain range that is going to get a huge new manmade crater lake is pronounced
HumMahlyahz not Him al lay yaz...
honestly.
Wow,some of Knudle's readers are even dumber than he is.
When that Indian guy rolls back his cover there's hardly anything there.
I'm sorry, I'm overly fixated on the Swami's dong: it looks like the singed end of a half-smoked stogie.
Maven
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