the Washington redskins could not be reached either....
VS in heapum big trouble......
Picture rules?
Just like Fauxahauntus, Hollywierd’s idea of an Indian headdress.
The sad thing is that the “Native Americans” don’t even know the difference. Perhaps we should have protests over the Medical Profession choosing to use Latin derivatives.
WOO woo woo woo WOO woo woo woo. Ugh, me see-um self in water.It was done in the name of art, fashion and entertainment,,,
whats the problem kemosabe?
Some homo trying to pimp underwear via squaw fantasies. I thought homos were sensitive to being PC?
I love movies where disciplined men mow down violent savages. It is a metaphor for the fight of order and chaos in our minds and culture.
I think I have a CD of Zulu around here somewhere.....
Beautiful headress, beautiful woman and spectacular picture.
Somebody wore a headdress???
All it takes is for one person to claim “racism” and everything is shut-down.
Ridiculous. I know quite a few “native Americans.” They are proud of their heritage and see it as a compliment that teams will be named after Indian warriors, or that people will wear “Indian” style clothing.
Did they also apologize for kicking the military out of a NY barracks because they wanted to do a photo shoot right after the hurricane?
I used to work an IT contract at the Foxwoods casino run by the Mash. Pequot Trube in Ledyard, Connecticut. The girls who served the drinks in the slot machine areas all wore a turquoise (or similar) mini-dress with matching heels, and a headband with one feather. The girls were all anglo, and hired for their pleasant countenance and ability to make nice with the customers as much as their ability to handle a tray of drinks. If they can mock their own like that for a buck, what’s the problem?
She was wearing a headdress???
To quote a great Indian chief: “Nein, nein. Zeist est meshuggah.”
Oh shut up and get over yourslef
(Not you Conservative statement, general comment on the article)
“Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer. Don’t know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that’s when all the homesick Injuns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that’s concerned. Reg’lar sure ‘nough Injuns—none o’ yer cigar store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you’re standin’.
Don’t be skeered—hain’t none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.
They all went away and died, so they ain’t no more left.
But every year, ‘long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They’re here now. You can see ‘em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o’ hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them’s Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin’ along an’ dancin’ in the sunlight. That’s what makes that kind o’ haze that’s everywhere—it’s jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come back. They’re all around us now.
See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o’ look like corn shocks from here, but them’s Injun tents, sure as you’re a foot high. See ‘em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o’ smell in the air? That’s the campfires a-burnin’ and their pipes a-goin’.
Lots o’ people say it’s just leaves burnin’, but it ain’t. It’s the campfires, an’ th’ Injuns are hoppin’ ‘round ‘em t’beat the old Harry.
You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin’ over the hill off yonder an’ the harvest fields is all swimmin’ in the moonlight, an’ you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.
Jever notice how the leaves turn red ‘bout this time o’ year? That’s jest another sign o’ redskins. That’s when an old Injun sperrit gits tired dancin’ an’ goes up an’ squats on a leaf t’rest. Why I kin hear ‘em rustlin’ an’ whisper in’ an’ creepin’ ‘round among the leaves all the time; an’ ever’ once’n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes floatin’ down to the ground. See—here’s one now. See how red it is? That’s the war paint rubbed off’n an Injun ghost, sure’s you’re born.
Purty soon all the Injuns’ll go marchin’ away agin, back to the happy huntin’ ground, but next year you’ll see ‘em troopin’ back—th’ sky jest hazy with ‘em and their campfires smolderin’ away jest like they are now.”
Strange, how many groups which seem to have a problem competing with evil white men are so easily offended by just about anything.
I am sure you can think of at least 3 groups which fall into this category and there are many more.
Offended = noncompetitive