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Thanksgiving.

by Waverly

Today go outside after you've had all the turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce. After you fill your belly with a cornucopia of food. Go out there and thank god that those Indians died off so quickly. Thank god for giving us this land, because we own it, we can own it. It is ours because God said it should be ours, not because we took part in one of the greatest genocides in history. Breathe in all that good air, and thank god that you don't have to be on a reservation. A refugee on the motherland. Our bad.
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35 / M / American
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Nov 24, 2011
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