a story of Thanksgiving
once upon a time some pilgrims and some Indians got together at Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts for a feast and Thanksgiving was born..the pilgrims were an introduced non-native species from Europe later deemed to be invasive as all hell..and full of disease, avarice and immorality
the Indians were native to America hence the term "the natives are restless"....the reason they were restless is because..well I don't know why there were restless, they just were...
and they called America "First Nations" before the invaders arrived...then the white people started naming sports teams after the Injuns..Redskins, Warriors, Wetbacks, Eagles and so on...
and the white non-natives started using the redskins for slaves and even tried to shove Christianity down their throats..and that's not the only thing the old perv priests tried to show down the Indians' throats! to get even, the Injuns cornered the market and hooked the whites on gambling and drinking and made tons of money
I was hiking in the hills above Carp up by Arnold and Maria's place and a dark-eyed Cherokee girl came up to me and offered me a flower...she said her name was Eva and she sang me a song on a little weird-looking wooden stringed thing she made...so she sat there half-naked singing me a song on a warm autumn day in California.... she sang so sweetly, like a Songbird...
and you know what she called me? Redbone
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