Thanksgiving: bedankt voor alles, mijn vaderland!
26 november 2009Kerst, Halloween en Valentijnsdag! Niets mooier dan de import van al die lamlendige commerciefeestjes uit de Verenigde Staten! America! America! God shed His grace on thee!
Het is nog wachten op de vierde van juli en op Thanksgiving Day. In dit theater vanaf 2013! Dank u voor deze goede morgen! Dank u, dat ik u danken mag! (ik heb ooit nog zondagschool gedaan, moet je weten )
Ik houd me voor deze Thankgiving toch maar even bij de woorden van GYBE: America is a third world country, and people don’t recognise it. Je weet zelf.
Als slagroom op de taart de dankwoorden van William S. Burroughs, die lieve meneer:
Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts —
thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —
thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —
thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —
thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —
thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —
thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces —
thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers —
thanks for laboratory AIDS —
thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs —
thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business —
thanks for a nation of finks — yes,
thanks for all the memories… all right, let’s see your arms… you always were a headache and you always were a bore —
thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —
thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —
thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —
thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —
thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —
thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces —
thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers —
thanks for laboratory AIDS —
thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs —
thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business —
thanks for a nation of finks — yes,
thanks for all the memories… all right, let’s see your arms… you always were a headache and you always were a bore —
thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.
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