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The Real Meaning Of Thanksgiving.
A few hundred years ago a few "Pilgrims" came over on a tattered old boat. The captain was obviously drunk and didn't know north from south because he ended up in Massachussetts and hit a big rock, now called Plymouth Rock. They got off the boat and started to build some houses. The white people didn't know how to farm or use guns so they had to hire the Indians for it. Some white guy fell in love with an Indian girl named Pocahontas. She had a rabid raccoon by her side and a talking tree friend. Seeing that not paying Indians for food was cheaper, the slave market started. That winter they celebrated their first harvest, thanks to the hard work of the Indians. Pocahontas left that joint and went to England with her raccoon. The Pilgrims expanded and eventaully killed off the Indians, replacing them with more effective Africans. And that's the glorious story of Thanksgiving.
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