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“In the white man’s latest attempt to carry out the purge of outspoken Native American critics of western cultural hegemony from university campuses, the so-called U of Colorado ‘Regents’—neocolonialist, fascist protectors of white privilege, the lot of them—are trying to shorten the appeals process for dismissal of tenured professors to 100 days, all so they can avoid paying me with the blood money they’ve collected on the backs of the oppressed while allowing industry to pave over the burial grounds of our ancestors.”* | |
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“Well, $96k is a lot of money to be shelling out to a guy who isn’t really doing anything. Have you thought about maybe choreographing some native dances and offering your services as team mascot? Because really, what’s a buffalo without a faux Indian around to romanticize it?
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The 20% of me that is Comanche wants Churchill roasted over a slow fire. But, the 80% that is a pasty white guy like him envies him and wishes it could get a gig like that. So there should be majority rule in my conflated self. But the 20% “injun” is meaner than the 80% white guy wimp. So we’re going with the slow roast.
Ward Churchill is a moronic douche. Playing with guns? My favorite headline: Ward Churchill’s bullet riddled corpse found in gay bar.
Best wishes to Ward and his family at this difficult time.
Lew,
The 12.5% Chickasaw part of me agrees with your 20% Comanche. The 50% Scottish part of me is for puting togather a golf tourney with the event. My 12.5% french part pointed out that a wine tasting and brie festive might be a good way to add culture for those not into the “Caber toss and haggis”, for which 50% of me kicked my 12.5% of my own ass.
Oh, the 25% english part left bought some carbon credits. So the whole thing can be carbon neutral.
You wouldn’t believe the cost for carbon credits for cutting down the trees for cabers but one must sacrafice in the name of mother earth.
I treated myself to some Enormous Guernsey Wings just last night.
Much better than the slow-roasted Churchill.
Wht I wouldn’t give for Jim Morrison to come back to the US from his home in darkest Africa where he works as a VP in Marketing for Izod/Lacoste. He can appear on a VH1 “Where are they Now” show and tell the world that the whole Indian thing? “I was just trying to ge laid, man. It’s not like I had a nice car or anything, guy has to go with what works.” And Bruce Lee will chime in with, “Right, Like my dancing.” And Jim will be all like, “Dancing?” and Bruce will be like, “Take a good look, man. Totally choreographed. Made Kareem take three months of ballet before I’d let him on set. I was dancing, and it was beautiful.” And Jim would be like, “Wow. Hey man, I wasn’t all that high.” And Bruce will be like, “Yeah, I remember.”
At least Halliburton hasn’t triggered another “Rain of Herefords” while playing with their weather machine this year.
‘Cause that was an ugly scene, man. Damn big critters hitting the ground like bags of wet cement, and splashing…
The horror! The horror!
I’d just be happy to see Ward “Chief Shitting Bull” Churchill do the snake dance, myself. Or is that a Hopi thing?
Since Chief Illiniwek got the axe, maybe Churchill could fill in as an appropriately PC replacement…
Hey now. He wouldn’t (yet) say that. It’s true.
But the day will (eventually) come, when, set free from Whitey’s 96,000-knotted bond, he can speak out. His resistance to that looming freedom is the dying gasp of his inner colonization.
FREE W.C.!
(Actually, I think it’s cool how he stole all that money.)
Slow roast eh? Maybe we should combine this with those BBQ threads a while back.
Funny thing here is: people can talk about their indian % and roasting and it’s funny. Don’t get me wrong; this is funny.
I’m 100% Irish. Methinks joshing about gelignite and semtex ain’t gonna fly. Therefore, I’m not gonna taxi onto that particular runway.
I think, Jeff, that technically they’re Anti-American Bison.
Looks like Ward’s in heep big trouble. Talking with fork tongue will do that to you. (And my 10% Apache says “roast him”.)
I’m 100% Irish. Methinks joshing about gelignite and semtex ain’t gonna fly. Therefore, I’m not gonna taxi onto that particular runway.
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Oh posh. My 50% German side wantsed to invade Poland. but my 1/8th English side wanted to make war on my German side and offer Churchill a rediculously smaller sum in the form of trinkets. My almost neglegent jewish side just wanted some nice cream herring and a little soda.
WC has to be at last 13% Glen Greenwald(s) since he’s citing his sockpuppeted work in his “real” work.
He’s sockpuppety all over and waiting for the slow roast, but how will we know if we’re roasting the “real” WC?
Isn’t that when you are recovering from food poisoning?
Billy Jack: Being an Indian is not a matter of blood… it’s a way of life.
I honestly don’t know what percentage Cherokee I am, but pretty much all of me thinks Ward Churchill is a pathetic lying self-aggrandizing Che-wannabe whacktard, and about as Indian as Bratwurst.
The roasting and falling cows thing has me thinking, though… what about that dude in England who built a giant trebuchet and uses it to fling flaming barrels of fuel oil all over his farm… any ideas there?
NEWSFLASH
On the 14th of this month, Emperor Misha set loose his army of puppies to invade Misha Watch and fight off the threat it posed.
In the fierce battle that followed, the elite 3-man SAS squad from Misha Watch – The Dog Catcher, LC Hastings and Dwight, inflicted heavy casualties on their opposite numbers. The following puppies are thought to have perished in action:
juandos
LC Gunsniper
Ten-Ten
Merc
Gene
Brian the sailor
rudytbone
LC 0311 crunchie
RightWingRocker
LC JackBoot-Ambassador
caveman82952
Holden Caulfield
sig94
LC Beeblebrox
RobertHuntingdon
UnfrozenCavegirlBlogger
Dawnsblood
Sir Christopher
tw111
Beaker
LC HOGHEAD
LC Wes, Imperial Mohel
jaybear
friendofbob
Darth Bacon
baboo
LC Wil
Gutshot74
Steve
Pogue Mahogue
Cheapshot911
Chuck Heston
fanbladesaresharp
Cannon Fodder
MadMOnk
Anonymouse
Q_Mech
Mrs. M
BigDogg
LC Moriarty
Ozzman002
packmember
LC Staci, Lady Heather, Blackiswhite, Imperial Agent Provocateur and Radical Redneck are the only puppies reported to be putting up some resistance to the severe onslaught from the MW SAS squad.
Misha Watch is reporting that there have been no casualties on their side.
…as God is my witness, I thought Herefords could fly!
I joked in another thread that I’m 3/4 Irish and 1/4 Scottish, but in fact I’m less than 3/4 Irish, since that blood has been adulterated with
whiskeysome German and some French.So, the 5/8 of me that’s Irish wants to go bareknuckles with this Injun wannabe.
The 1/4 that’s Scottish is sharpening its claymore in case the fistfight ends badly.
The smidgen that’s German is mobilizing its war machine in case the swordfight doesn’t go well.
But all is for nought bcause the part that’s French has already surrendered.
I’m 1/4 French and 3/4 hillbilly. Tonight I’m enjoying a box of $14 wine, what my hillbillly dimension calls “square wine.”
My inner Frenchman is weeping! But it’s not like he’s going to DO anything.
I would say they are “of a feather”
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No, it’s actually a rural Baptist thing, and somehow I doubt WC is anywhere near the state of grace necessary.
“Enormous Guernseys” and “Rain of Herefords” would be good names for rock bands.
If there were still rock bands.
And, just in case any are wondering given the references–the magic date for WKRP is April 24.
Lew—sell yourself an infected blanket. That’ll teach you who;s boss.
The Indian in me says: “White man, go back to Europe”.
The White man in me says: “Just as soon as you go back to Siberia, Tonto..”
I thought, for just a second, that it might simplify that name to phrase it “Hereford Rain.”
But only for a second.
I am not sure why, but I find that hugely funny.
Have you ever seen the picture of Juan Cole breaking cinder blocks with his head.
AWESOME.
No, go with “Reign of Herefords”.
To hell with that. Chick-fil-A is good and all, but I live in Cow-Eater County, dammit, and we-uns around here ain’t gonna let no Herefords with delusions of grandeur brand us as traitors for it!