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I Stay Confused

I always get the South American statues of Christ of the Andes:

which is on the Chile/Argentine border, confused with the statue of Christ the Redeemer:

which overlooks Rio de Janeiro. Pretty fucking silly, I give ya. But I like them both. Not that I'm a Papist, or glom to the Inquisition, but the fact that they still exist at least puts the Islamonazis to rest. The Taliban would have blowed them up by now.

Imagine being an Amerindian, though. In North America you are forced into reservations, wherein you succumb to alcoholism and loserism. In South America you just walk around glum, and pissed, and antisocial. Because those Christo's tower over you. Your ancestors pretended to love the X thing to avoid the methodical removal of their eyeballs, and noses, and ears, by sweet Toledo steel. But 500 years later you're still screwed.

Still, you could be Yanomami, natives. Anyone who has taken Anthropology 101 knows Yanomamo: the Fierce People." Oh, yes. Blowing ebene up each others' noses, getting fucked to the gills, and beating each others' skulls in with stone axes. Rousseau's elegant State of Nature, that misguided fuckface. I personally think these pindicks were better off fending away smallpox from Spanish Inquisitories (wtf? new word) than getting their brainpans bashed by their neighbors. Because there were like, 4 Yanomami tribes. Once a year 2 would have a treaty with each other, and attack a 3rd. Whilst fucked up on ebeni. Very sweet. Like rushing a frat.

Reminds me: I cannot fathom why Islamos are such furious haters without alcohol abuse being involved. That kind of putrid hate generally has a chemical background. I chalk it up to grisled little peckers, I do. No manhood. No other way to explain it.

Oh. And by the way: I don't see any whips, or scourges, or severed heads in the Nazarene's hand. Just saying.

And may my Israeli friends kill many. Many.