It’s Columbus Day, and the internet and social media are rife with articles lambasting old Chris for being a generally terrible person.
Which he was.
But this is good – just a few years ago this wouldn’t necessarily have been the case. It makes me happy to see this stuff being shared in what is now our mainstream media; it’s about time all us white people held hands and admitted we actually don’t think it’s cool to feed live human babies to fierce war-dogs that have been trained to love human flesh.
I mean, we can at least admit that, right? We don’t want to be on the babykiller’s team?
I thought I’d read an awful lot of shitastic horrific things about Columbus during my years of progressive education, but today I read the absolute crème de la crème.
Mussolini invented the Federal holiday of Columbus Day, first in Italy; it was then picked up and championed by both Italian-American fascists and anti-fascists alike in varying attempts to rouse their brethren to the cause. Oy.
Mussolini, for crying out loud! Family legend has it that my great-grandmother would spit every time she heard his name, so imagine me spitting on the floor next to my desk right now as I type this…
So, on this day where I generally feel kind of grossed out to be an American and even more so an Italian(Sicilian)-American (which I usually feel pretty good about; even with all the rum-running and questionable criminal records in my family history), I’ve decided to share this photo on my blog:
Because it is a picture of the exact opposite of evil men who feed live babies to vicious war dogs. It’s a picture of Italian (Sicilian) grandparents presenting you giant vats of homecooked pasta.
WHAT’S BETTER THAN THAT?
Nobody wants a war-dog wielding babykiller, but everybody loves pasta.
Happy Pasta Day.