Venting is Good

Steve at Hog On Ice continues Hate Friday with a post about our favorite fake Indian, Ward Churchill.

Let me say a few words about the whole “Indian” concept, as applied in modern America.

Well, let me say one word. “Bullshit.” Indians have been treated as badly as any group in the history of the world, but for some reason, every spoiled white child in America wants to be one. Because, yo, Indians are cool. They have all sorts of quiet, Zen-like savage wisdom. They can talk to trees. They can predict the weather. Before we came here, they all lived in peace and harmony, without polluting the land or hurting the bunnies and squirrels.

Uh, EXCUSE ME. Before Europeans got here, the national pastimes were mass murder, slavery, pointless torture, human sacrifice, and cannibalism. I hate to break it to you, little one-thirty-second Indian, representing your tribe down at the food court, but American Indians did exactly what all primitive people do. They killed and raped each other from sunup to sundown, and they decorated their homes with each other’s dried body parts.

As for being nice to the environment, that’s what people do when they have no technology and a population density of three per square light year. Take North America, populate it with ten million of the fattest, greediest, whitest Republicans you can find, take away their electricity, coal, oil, gas, and nuclear reactors, and they won’t pollute, either. Pollution is a side-effect of progress, kiddies. It has nothing to do with Caucasians lacking mystical powers.

I wouldn�t get too excited about the mystical thing. Spirit guides and sweat lodges and talking to the bears and so on. White people see spirit guides, too, when they eat enough peyote. When I was in college, I once had a vision of George Hamilton in an Izod caftan. He waved his magic Martini at me and told me to go forth and build strip malls.

This is exactly why I haven�t really said much of anything on the subject. Anything I did would pale in comparison.

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