i want you to come up with a spiel about thanksgiving so you can go "hey,
joe are you celebrating thanksgiving? that's a shame. i don't participate
in the annual slaughter of the native fowl of this country in order to
quench my thirst for bloodshed in which this country was founded and the
first slight of hand from our european ancestors was dealt to the
indigenous people of this nation."
Then say, "Can I offer you a smallpox blanket?"
or just put red paint on your hand and smear it on their backs. and go
"this is blood on your hands..."
This makes me think of the ladies who stand outside of Andriana Furs -
http://www.andrianafurs.com/splash.asp - handing out sale flyers to
passers-by. I always want to scream "Fur is Murder!!" just for kicks,
though I don't really care. Shoot, if mafia brides and black women don't
buy fur, someone else in the world will. You can't police that stuff. Fur
was the foundation of Canada and the Mississippi - how dare they try to
disown our heritage???
amen. what if we killed rodents as a solution for fuel? and burned them?
or the animals that they kill for fur...i mean, what's the rest being used
for? burn that shit. (or do they send it to popeyes?)
So there's that,