Once upon a time in the early twenty-first century in a land across a great sea, there lived a naïve little girl named Goldilocks who had an adventure with three indigenous grizzly bears of the endangered species: Ursus arctos horribillis. The family of Griz had an only child who went by the name Wee Sloppy, with the nickname Reign. The mama Griz was formally named Terrorista Alien, but she liked to be called Peaceful and the papa Griz’s real name was Charge Buyer, but liked to be called by the handle Wantitnow. This story of course has little to do with the fairy tale written by British author Robert Southey in 1837, except to set the stage for this story, not in jolly old England, but rather the modern world power, the United States of America. In our story the Goldilocks’-Locks are the American people and this story line is all about a mythological allegorical horserace where all the Locks attempt to bet on their future, to see in which order the Griz’s return to their modest suburban cottage, before many of the Goldilocks-Locks burn the house down. Of course in the image of beautiful naïve little blond girls, even though Americans are the most naturally diverse nation on earth, they like their dumb blonde jokes. Little do they understand when they point one finger at blonde females of the human species, they have three fingers pointing back at themselves. This finger pointing at others, different than themselves, no matter one’s ethnic origin, is part and parcel of human behavior, but really a relatively recent development in America, for what we were taught in public education is that we are all foreigners. Only those get a minority status of “Native Americans” because their ancestors arrived here a few thousand years before those mostly Scandinavian plunders arrived about a millennia ago.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 16:49:56 +0000
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