— Caitlin Kelly
, at the New Yorker
I liken this to the white girl at the party who throws up every single god damned time but somehow still gets invited in hopes she’ll be better and not throw up all over the guest bedroom pillow at the next party.
Yeah, comparing American-Native American relations to white girls at parties is dumbing it down a bit (hint: understatement) but seriously America.
"Yeaaaah we’re gonna fuck you guys over just one more time, but after that we’re done. We promise"
And then whoops, it happens again! Way to go USofA. Nice of you to throw up all over that pillow again.