Not so promising...

As it seems, I am an unreliable blogger. I will try to participate more in my own projects.

This year, I am making a vow to myself not to celebrate Thanksgiving. True, I will enjoy the smoked turkey, the buttery and sugared sweet potatoes and probably even a slice of spicy pumpkin pie. But, I will not be thinking of  pilgrims or cornucopias. I will not be "giving thanks" for the food I have received. I will not be tracing my hand to make turkeys. If I think about anything other than the enormous amount of calories I will be enjoying, it will be the Native Americans who are forgotten about on that day. The ones who never went to the first Thanksgiving wearing feathers on their heads and dancing around fires. As it turns out, there were not Native Americans at Thanksgiving; at least none that were alive. Perhaps laying off in the wilderness somewhere, there were Native Americans. But they were not comfortably enjoying the feast from a far; they were hiding in fear for their lives. I find it disgusting and immoral that children are taught the myth of the first Thanksgiving in school. The first pilgrims were Puritans: hypocritical savages masquerading as Christians.They hated anyone who was not a Puritan, including the barbaric Native Americans. Yes, those barbaric Native Americans who purposefully gave the newcomers small pox and stole their land, in the process, murdering hundreds of people--oh, wait, that was the Puritans. I refuse to further perpetuate the fabled first Thanksgiving with the pilgrims in their little black hats passing a bowl of steaming, hot corn to their brotherly Native American friend. Nor, when I have children one day (perhaps), will I allow their minds to be filled with such nonsense. So how did this mythological tales of friendship and kindness make their way into the history books? Consider who has been writing down history since the Puritans; hm, could it be the wealthy, landowning white man? I think it could. They would never speak badly about the moral and Christian men who discovered and settled this great country. So rather, they fill the pages of history books with lies and hypocrisies because they are too afraid of anyone really knowing the truth about where this country came from.

See Monsters of Folk's Baby Boomer.


Now, on to more exciting and less depressing matters. Lately I have been sending in numerous PostSecrets. In the past, I usually sent one in once a month. But these past couple of months, I have sent maybe 10 or 15. What does this mean? Am I developing more secrets? Or am I feeling more comfortable revealing old secrets? Either way, none of them have been published on the site and I think that is okay.

Okay, until next time. But I will do my best to write again within the week.