indian reservations make me sick

[harnold]

I've recently visited an Indian reservation for two reasons. Firstly I was looking for a Pocahontas type woman to take back home with me and secondly to buy cheap cigarettes.

What I found there was far worse than I imagined.

I was expecting to find teepees, longhouses, and horses. I brought along with me wood, firearms, and bundles of wool to barter with the cheroquee chief because I did not expect them to just hand over their women to a white man.

When I arrived, there were no teepees, no longhouses, no chiefs, no Indian noises made by covering ones mouth with their hand rapidly.

Instead there were negroes sitting on couches in the front yard of several run down houses smoking crack. Thinking I made a wrong turn somewhere, I asked the little negroe boy I saw dribbling a basketball which way to the chief. He laughed and said something along the lines of "what *****? Yoo ain't see none them *****s".

Coming back with an English to negro dictionary, as it turns out these negroes were 1/36th native American and were still provided with their tax free, lawless territory from our government. They have no desire to get a job and their lives consist of getting whatever they can get for free and complaining about the white man all day (not unlike every other negroe community).

This is an embarrassment to the native Americans of old. It is no wonder they have turned into alcoholics for they are in danger of becoming extinct to the negro.