Happy ThanksGenocide!

this is the part of the year when americans give thanks...they give thanks for being lucky enough to not be brown, to not have had their whole race extinguished in a publicly agreed upon genocide. Thank you forefathers for tricking the natives and knowing who to point your muskets at. Thank you for stealing land. Thank you for using substance abuse as a cultural weapon against those different than yourselves. Thank you for starting the history of our country off on the right foot. But most of all, Thank you so much, for having the balls to dedicate our most american holiday to the disney fied memory of our "coexistence".

here are some keywords i would like you to remember, or google.
firewater,chief jay strongbow,wounded knee,red face, and trail of tears.

mother punch

it does effect the doctors, and thats my main problem...

and so on...

favorite part of my day, is when an old somebody comes in and delves headfirst into the minutiae of their ailments,disease,family history, to me. and i am tasked with the predicament of acting as if uncle emmett having polio and a case of the shingles really matters to me. i deserve a daytime emmy award. the shit eating grin i wear during all this is priceless, but it is also taxing. is it mean to know deep down that i could not give two shits if you have had a headache for a whole week, or that your brother is also in the hospital and how that somehow means i should do extra work for poor little you.

yeah, no.

least favorite part of my day, is more like the whole days worth of bitching and moaning,crystallizing into a solid malignant mass just behind my frontal lobe. and once the caffeine and internet fuckery wear off, oh how it throbs! there are some people who have taken complaining to new heights. they all either work where i work or see doctors here.

example: a coworker the other day, complained about how much she has to complain.

(i was the only one who saw the humor in that)

and yes, its throbbing right now.

here are some pictures that have everything to do with this post...

enjoy!

yarmulke?

yesterday, a young women with a serious developmental disability stumbled in to

be seen. her mom was with her, and they were in full hasidim uniform.

in a moment of watching this girls mother struggling with her yiddish diaper, i wondered...

is there such a thing as statutory faith!!????

are people forcing their religious belief systems on children before they are even

old enough to shit without wanting to touch it???

is that fucked up

its not that i don't respect said belief systems.

i just find it fishy that they can't let their little mutants

decide for themselves...

they would be heartbroken if little saul became a hindu...

or john paul mormon became an atheist

or worse

if one of these kids, turned 13 and decided to drink babies blood

to gain the power of flight, the parents wouldnt be very understanding of the

left hand path.

shouldnt there be some kind of special hell/heaven for kids who havent decided

what kind of god they believe in...

sort of like a twisted pinata party...everyone is having a blast, but they are

also bleeding from the eyes.

obviously my mom didnt do a good job of raping my beliefs.

god damn pentecostals!!!!

i mean do they really expect a short story book to convince

us?...

we have the internetz now kid!

all praise the bandwidth.

i hope this offended somebody.

ox

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taste the rainbow motherfucker!

this south american lady, that i hooked up
with an appointment today, gave me a
bag of skittles as some kind of tip.
i think the idea of the impending sugar high,
made me giddy.

wtf

i officially inhabit a place where some jerk off with
a headache giving me a bag of candy, could make
or break my day!

anybody there?
is this thing working!
please please please
come get me fired.

blame the candy