Mrs. Locomotivebreath, that curvaceous, raven-haired beauty whom I would marry all over again, is a proud descendant of the 5 Civilized Tribes. To those of you who slept in gub'mint school, that means she's a native American Indian; Chicasaw & Choctaw, mainly. (no Cherokee)
She and her family will be the first to spit on the ground and call this revisionist fantasy concerning noble indigenous savages corrupted by evil Christanistas invading North America just "a steaming heap of painted pony poop."
Surber elaborates how this mythology of the Red man's natural superior nature is, in itself, a racist concept, and totally lost on its Utopian purveyors.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A Steaming Heap of Painted Pony Poop
