oh the horror
I woke up today and did the dishes. Having recently acquired a stopper for the drain in our second sink I am now able to have a sink dedicated to washing dishes and a sink dedicated to rinsing dishes. I will attempt to describe how happy this makes me. It makes me happy enough that I actually enjoy doing dishes. When I am finished washing the dishes I drain the sinks. I then use the soapy aftermath in the wash sink to wash both the wash sink and the rinse sink. This makes me even happier.
So I imagine my fury at having my enjoyable dish washing affair interrupted by the casual racism of the CBC. Before wiretap started, which it does every sunday at 1pm and it deserves your attention, there was a news broadcast at, as they say, the top of the hour. In this particular broadcast there was a report of a [racist] rally taking place at the six nations site. So there were going to be a bunch of fucks there talking about how fucking unbelievable it is that first nations people would actually be fighting for what was stolen from them. So during this report it was mentioned that at the same time this rally, which was obviously designed to cause a ruckus, the six nations people would be having a potluck. And the folks of six nations stated that it will be a peaceful potluck.
Now I am not a potluck expert, my opinions on potlucks can be summed up by the prospective title "shove that fucking roasted red pepper dip up your no cooking ass," but I do not believe that any potluck event has ever elicited a thought similar to this one "geeze, I could really go for a lot of hummus, roasted red pepper dip, and chips, a potluck would be just the thing, now if only I knew if it was going to be a peaceful potluck." Do potluck's now require green zones? Is there an area of increased risk, asides from the folks who are standing by food that people would actually want to eat? Do people attend potlucks that necessitate the question "who put this fucking hand grenade in the mac and cheese?" or the statement "I am going to be in deep shit if I can't find my flack jacket in time for the potluck." When someone asks "where is the lasagna?" is the response sometimes "it is in between the shotgun and the gas mask."
I would hazard to guess that potlucks are peaceful. This means that there should be no reassurance required in regards to their peacefulness. If there was going to be some kind of no holds barred, two [dishes or people] go in, one [dish or person] comes out type potluck then that would be the exception to the rule. Interestingly enough, this piece of journalism didn't involve any assertions by the [racist] rally organizers that their incendiary rally was peaceful. And of course the rally was not meant to be peaceful, unlike the potluck, and yet it is the first nations people who are made to defend themselves for their egregious food sharing actions. And so we have another example of how white supremacy works, who it works for, and how it puts first nations people in a place where they can't even eat in peace.
So I imagine my fury at having my enjoyable dish washing affair interrupted by the casual racism of the CBC. Before wiretap started, which it does every sunday at 1pm and it deserves your attention, there was a news broadcast at, as they say, the top of the hour. In this particular broadcast there was a report of a [racist] rally taking place at the six nations site. So there were going to be a bunch of fucks there talking about how fucking unbelievable it is that first nations people would actually be fighting for what was stolen from them. So during this report it was mentioned that at the same time this rally, which was obviously designed to cause a ruckus, the six nations people would be having a potluck. And the folks of six nations stated that it will be a peaceful potluck.
Now I am not a potluck expert, my opinions on potlucks can be summed up by the prospective title "shove that fucking roasted red pepper dip up your no cooking ass," but I do not believe that any potluck event has ever elicited a thought similar to this one "geeze, I could really go for a lot of hummus, roasted red pepper dip, and chips, a potluck would be just the thing, now if only I knew if it was going to be a peaceful potluck." Do potluck's now require green zones? Is there an area of increased risk, asides from the folks who are standing by food that people would actually want to eat? Do people attend potlucks that necessitate the question "who put this fucking hand grenade in the mac and cheese?" or the statement "I am going to be in deep shit if I can't find my flack jacket in time for the potluck." When someone asks "where is the lasagna?" is the response sometimes "it is in between the shotgun and the gas mask."
I would hazard to guess that potlucks are peaceful. This means that there should be no reassurance required in regards to their peacefulness. If there was going to be some kind of no holds barred, two [dishes or people] go in, one [dish or person] comes out type potluck then that would be the exception to the rule. Interestingly enough, this piece of journalism didn't involve any assertions by the [racist] rally organizers that their incendiary rally was peaceful. And of course the rally was not meant to be peaceful, unlike the potluck, and yet it is the first nations people who are made to defend themselves for their egregious food sharing actions. And so we have another example of how white supremacy works, who it works for, and how it puts first nations people in a place where they can't even eat in peace.