campylobacter: my sweet (Qetesh)
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Wednesday lights a match
WEDNESDAY ADDAMS:
Wait. We cannot break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours.

Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs.

We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres.

My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts.

The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.”

And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.

[re-blogged from Tumblr]

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Date: 2010-11-28 06:39 pm (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (GATEFAIL)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Yeah.

I also get really frustrated when I try to explain the difference between Yule, Christmas, and commercialism to people who ask why I'm a Bah Humbug.

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