

The first photo is contemporaries of Columbus having a good time with the Indians.
The second photo is a way the genocidal fucking weirdo signed his name once that no one has been able to interpret.
The first book I ever read and did a book report on was about Christopher Columbus. I was in second grade. I couldn't bring myself to read it and was not allowed to go to recess until I did and did my report. I finally did. I knew there was so much more to the story. I knew that a whole lot of the story presented was filled with glorifications and lies. And ALL the stories about Chris ended with October 12, 1492. It was as if nothing else happened until July 4, 1776. Ah, the American education system.
Those of you who know me know of my first encounter of finding myself in a world of nothing but white people as we were the first non-white family to move into Aloha, Or, 1971. I felt the same way after reading this book. I had to write what white folks wanted me to write. Otherwise, I could get into some serious trouble, and who the heck would be there to defend me. Not my white mother. Not my father who worked. My sisters were older. I was on my own. I started my report with the usual lie started with grade school reports, and oddly, I just somehow knew this without having an activist family of any sort: "Columbus was a great man."
Being older and wiser, I guess, I have learned a lot about the truths of this brutal sick fuck. He was such a weak cry baby (other than participating in the brutal sickness of genocide against Indians), that when he was taken back to Spain in chains for being a worthless shit governor of the "new world," he was only ordered to be in chains until they were out of sight of land. The drama queen demanded that the chains be left on until he get to Spain. "Woe eez me! I the poor Columbus..." blah blah blah.
When one digs up the truth about such a simple subject, ones eyes really start opening.
One story I enjoy bringing up is the dogs, as seen above. Chris and the boys as well as the assholes that followed found great entertainment in feeding Indians to dogs. Some of the dogs were fed an exclusive diet of human flesh. I've read stories of Conquistadors ripping babies from their mothers arms and feeding them to their dogs. I've read stories of pieces of human bodies hanging from the porches of homes Conquistadors lived in used to feed their dogs. Ah, yes, it is truly understandable why some folks in this worthless brutal shit american society would worship such a brutal, cry baby, piss poor sailor.
But you see, Chris isn't dead. And Chris wasn't the first. Heck, the Irish have been going through a similar genocide at the hands of the Brits for 800 years. Chris was just the FIRST asshole in a long never ending wave of assholes to come out of Europe to slaughter us Indians and take everything from us for their own gain. Christians. Man o man.
And stupid Christians like to say that Chris brought us heathen red niggers Christ. Christopher (which means bringer of christ) NEVER oversaw ANY conversions during his brutal and reckless career. In fact, there were NO KNOWN conversions for the first 6 years. The fucker only wanted gold. Read his log. He only wanted gold.
Bush only wants oil. It's all about the oil. The new gold. Chris aint dead. That is why I know there is gonna be a war with Iran. It's because it is all about the oil. Iran has oil that they are not just handing over to the empire. Control the oil, control the world.
Chris aint dead, but he will die soon. The empire is running on a fantasy. There is little to nothing to back up the capital in the U.S. Most labor jobs have been shipped beyond our borders. The U.S. economy is on the verge of collapse, and another prolonged war against yet another oil rich nation will only bring about retaliations that will bring forth an economic collapse. For example: Venezuela, an ally of Iran, has vowed to cut off all oil shipments to the U.S. should they bomb Iran, as they will. If Venezuela sticks to this promise, gas is predicted to skyrocket to over $5 a gallon in a matter of weeks. First, the small businesses will go under. Then the bigger businesses will follow, as most of the next tier (like the one I work for) depend on those smaller businesses. Then...
So, it's been 515 years as of today. Whatcha gonna do about it?
Oh, I KNOW I KNOW...
JUST GET OVER IT!
Friday, October 12, 2007
515 Years
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