Casinos should be illegal.

Oh, wait. For most of you, they are. Unless you live near an Indian...oh, excuse me...Native American reservation. Uh oh. Here we go. I just noticed something.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but the person who actually named 'the United States of America' named us after a friend: Amerigo Vespucci. This name, of course, would never, could never have or have had anything to do with the peoples that resided on this continent when Europe invaded and subjugated them.

So. Now we have the phrase 'Native "American"'. Well, if America is a country named after some pasty-white, noone remembers-him-anyhow white guy, why should we call the natives of this land Americans? Did they call this land America? Surely not! Why not ask them to research what the Ochaua Chan (sic) and their brethren called these lands?

Do you know that most of the names we have for the Nations of the Natives, we have from their neighbors? We asked the, to use a random name, Arapaho 'Indians' what they called the tribe to the west. They said, to use another, the Apache. Now, these are both names you've heard, I'm sure. And, no, I can't prove that these two names ever came up in a conversation as portrayed, but two names did, and that's my point.

How about this tho. The Arapaho, as we called them, told us that the name of the next tribe was the Apache. Now, whatever this tribe of 'Indians' called themselves, we can be sure it wasn't Apache. Why do we know this? Apache was an Arapaho word, and I'm sure had nothing at all to do with life in an 'Apache" camp.

Damn. I'm fucking fucked up. I don't know how many beers I've had, and I'm not sure I want to know. I met some interesting people, and played forever on the free money the house gives you. There's this poor girl. I could be wrong, but I think she may like me a bit. I'll be the first to admit that I have no clue as to what's going on in the female hormone bath that you (both of you) call 'your emotions', but she's made a point to use my name the last 3 times I've seen her, and she actually came up to me and Pops in the bar, out of her usual turf, to grief me.

If I weren't so adamantly against the whole thing, she might have a chance. If that is in fact what she's looking for. I can freely admit that I have no idea what runs through the female mind at any time.

O.K. I'm starting to realize that I'm a bit toshed, and that I'm making no sense whatsoever, so I'm going to end this embarassment. I hope you all had a good Friday (forgive the Catholic reference), and I wish ye all a good night.

Later,

T.

P.S. again, no edit, as I'm pretty fuckered up, and I can't be bothered to read the shite I've just posted. Time to make a greasy hamburger and some fries, and see if I can mough it before I yak. Sorry for the image. t.