columbus.

indigenous peoples day?
c'mon.
sorry, feely do-gooders, but i can't hang out.
christopher columbus was probably an A*-hole,
for sure,
but so was everybody else.
normally that doesn't excuse bad behaviors,
i mean, why would it?
the thing of it is,
for aall the racism and exploitation, and the inevitable overthrow,
he still sailed the boats, y'know?
yeah.
and for that, he got his day.
he got his day named after him, actually....quite a ways posthumously...
and a country,
and co-ownership of my nation's capitol.
also,
there's a big ol' a place in ohio, too..... but really....
that's gross.
don't be dumb.
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plus,
don't forget- he's an italian guy.
that means that growing up where i did,
all the goomba dum-dums revere that mofo extra hard.
that's real.
for two blocks, there's everything columbus all over the place-
plus columbus square, a columbus roadrace, and a columbus day parade.
they love that sh!t.
i hate parades, and i hate running,
which is really just a worse, sweatier parade.
except a lot faster, which does help a little...
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okay.
fine.
so, actually, in real life,
i don't honestly care much about actual real columbus stuff...
the day, the race, the city, the district, the man....
none of it, and not at all.
that's a thing.
i even saw his house in genoa many years ago.
weird that the only hovel still standing just happens to be his childhood home.
hmmmm.
i suspect a little bait-and-switch.
oh, those sneaky genovese.
awwwwww.
i do like columbo, though.
mostly because peter faulk was awesome, and also grandpa in the princess bride.
expert.
but, really, though-
when it comes to cities b!tching out and kowtowing to nervous perceptions
about equality and offensiveness?
i just hate nancying around with nomenclature,
to edit and waterbabeify history.
that's just lame.
sure, columbus was probably molto bigoted.
i mean, he was a grumpy old italian guy.
they're like that.
(wry stereotyping notwithstanding)
heck,
you should've heard the old folks in my grandma's neighborhood,
and they'd had five hundred years to open up their minds a lot.
i'm sayin'-
this dude landed his boats after a little minute on the previously flat earth,
met some brownish dudes whom he couldn't understand,
and that clearly meant the must be indian.
what an A*-hole.
of course, to be fair-
that was before they started speaking spanish in columbia.
ummmm.
hahaha.
noooo, YOU stop it.
an italian merchant-explorer guy gets a spanish-speaking cocaine spot?
yeah.
that happened.
and imagine if portugal hadn't been giant limp fraidycats?
we'd have schwa sounds all over the place up here.
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long weekend?
who me?
no way.
that's not real.
i did a few tattzappin' jobs,
and then i went to joann fabrics.
...again.
maybe it was indigenous textiles day.
uh-huh.
sure thing neighbors.
let's just make everything the worst.
no pictures this time, and a day late, too.
i was up until this morning,
and i was up and at it again, before the sun rose to warm me.
not enough is the same as too much.
y'know?
not enough sleep is just too much awake.
that's the way craft store explorers tell time;
never quiet, never soft.....