Happy Thanksgiving 2024!

 

Custer's Folly

 

Brokeback Slash Fiction Presents: Arthur / Charles

 

If Arthur did take the Brokeback Trail, it always seemed like Charles would be his natural compadre.  Glad it's not just me.  

They Call Him "Dances with Cowpokes"

 

Don't look at this post. It's terrible and shameful. There, I said it.

 

Pride of the Madocs

 

Deep in the Canyon

 

I'd like to think that she's still out there...

 

Native, Saddled Horse, Vultures...

 

Julie Newmar's nude swim from McKenna's Gold

 

The Staked Plain

 

Shame on you for checking this one out

 

Quickshots: Apache Delivery Service

 

About the only thing that makes this graphic novel a western is the word Apache; regardless, I loved it.  It has some of my favorite story elements:

·       A main character who doesn’t fit well among other people

·       A vast wilderness

·       Shit exploding

We follow Ernie, a US Army forward observer in the Vietnam War, who much prefers to be out in the jungle away from people calling in airstrikes (the eponymous “Apache Delivery Service”, although Ernie is Dine / Navajo) rather than dealing with racist ass hats at the base.  While out on a long solo scout he runs into an out of place by about 15 years French colonial, who enlists him to help find some buried Nazi treasure.  The treasure is, of course, in a mountainous area that may or may not be haunted but is certainly filled with Viet Cong.  Paranoia and mayhem ensues.

The story zips along, the artwork of the jungles and mountains are lush, the main character reminds me of the quiet, reflective moments of Zen that Larry Hama tucked away in GI Joe back in my childhood.  Fantastic read.

Alone in the Desert

 

Happy Thanksgiving 2023!

 

Happy Native Resistance Day!

 

Ready to Smoke the Peace Pipe

 

Happy Thanksgiving 2022!

 

"How come pale face always take more than he can eat?"

Embarasing Allure of Cultural Appropriation

On one hand, a decent person would feel like an asshole for enjoying these culturally insensitive pictures of topless women in anachronistic native headdress (aka, hot naked Indian princess, take that search engines!).  On the other hand, well, that hand also feels like an asshole.  However, as a multi-dimensional being of the multiverse how many hands do I really have?  We are bound by our illusions and like seeing what happens when we screw with search engines.  Namaste.

St. Patrick's Day, Deep Roots, & the Pornographic Joys of Cultural Appropriation

I wish I could find this one.  It looks ridiculous.  A saw a quick clip and, with the help of screenshots, it seems to be the sexy ‘70s adventures of a proud native American helping vanilla white women raise their spiritual awareness with his penis.  It’s a perfect picture of the culture of the United States, and gives me a great opportunity to rant about racial politics on St. Patrick's Day. Commentary between screenshots.

The mainstream American culture (which has shifted greatly over time) comes into conflict with a minority. It smashes them, abuses them, harnesses their bodies, criminalizes their culture, then suddenly reverses course and venerates these noble people.  Rinse and repeat as he borders change and new immigrants come in.  Native Americans are the clearest and most extreme example of moving from genocide to reveneration, but there’s others.  Let’s look at my own history:

Irish?  Scum, potato farming drunks, barely better than darkies.  In fact the “white” majority made the Irish afraid of emancipation, because the blacks would all come North and take the low paying jobs that only Irish would do.  Now everyone’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.  Kiss my ass, I actually am Irish.  (To a point- my great grandfather was a war orphan from a part of Ireland that was never really fully held by centuries of occupiers and had a lot of British troops on the prowl- there’s at least a few British soldiers in my Irish ancestry, an interesting possible precursor to the Nigerian section below.)

German?  Once the endless tide of the liberal Catholic immigrant horde fleeing war and oppression in Europe, threatening to destroy America.  Now, firmly a part of the “white” majority, despite the two world wars.  That changed fast.

Ashkenazi?  Russian AND Jewish?  Not as welcome in the United States as they thought when they took the boats over from the old country, but at least it’s better than pogroms by idiots who believed the Protocols of the Elders of Zion.  No wonder so many became gangster, just like my great grandfather, the mysterious “Mr. X”.  A century later and most Americans can quote entire episode of Sienfeld.  Be the Master of Your Own Domain. 

Nigerian?  Tough tits, America, my black great great great great great grandma was bought by my white great great great great great grandpa, they had a daughter, repeat for several generations, and my grandfather had a nice tan but never knew he was a descendant of multiple generations of slaves and their rapists.  That’s some fucked-up genetic baggage.  I’m here, I’m 1/64 Black, and I’m here to stay.

Rant over.  Éire go Brách, Slava Ukraini.