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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on June 16, 2011, 07:47:49 PM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=246x14477
Oh my.
Somewhere here, maybe a couple of weeks ago, there was a campfire lit by the maternal ancestress of the Bostonian Drunkard--she's 66, and lives in New Hampshire, works as a town attorney--asking the "proper" way to deal with grass clippings.
Raven (1000+ posts) Thu Jun-16-11 12:02 PM
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The grass clippings are working well. I appreciate the advice
I got on using them and was careful not to lay too thick a mat. They are keeping the weeds way down and the moisture in. This seems to be an easy and inexpensive way to go. Also, my Indian companion garden is on its way. The corn has come up and when it is about 6 inches tall, I'll plant the beans and the squash. We'll see what happens.
Uh, isn't "Indian" politically-incorrect?
NRaleighLiberal (1000+ posts) Thu Jun-16-11 04:31 PM
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1. Great news! They've always worked well for me. Hope you have a great season!
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If we are talking about American Indians, then yes. If we are talking about India Indians, then, I think that is still okay. Unless they are all Asians now.
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If we are talking about American Indians, then yes. If we are talking about India Indians, then, I think that is still okay. Unless they are all Asians now.
I saw an earlier campfire (not brought over here); the maternal ancestress means Native Americans.
Apparently a Native American "companion garden" is where one plants corn, and then as the stalk grows, some sort of vined vegetable (at the base of the stalk) that'll climb the corn, and then a third thing--I'm not up to going back to Skins's island to look it up--that grows out and away from the vined vegetable.
Or something like that.
New Englanders seem to have, uh, rather quaint ideas about what Native Americans did.
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Uh, isn't "Indian" politically-incorrect?
For woo-woo Indians, yes. They're easy to spot. Fat guys with string ties, big silver belt buckles, plaid shirts, and long, greasy, gray ponytails, not to be confused with the long, greasy, gray ponytails on the drug addicts who claim to be Viet Nam vets. They're the ones in fatigue jackets.
I'm not sure what you're supposed to call Indians nowadays. Savages? Redskins? Chief? Anyway, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to ask about their squaws, but papooses may still be okay. And I don't think you're supposed to call Eskimos, Eskimos. It's really hard to keep up with all the little slivers of the democrat party.
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For woo-woo Indians, yes. They're easy to spot. Fat guys with string ties, big silver belt buckles, plaid shirts, and long, greasy, gray ponytails, not to be confused with the long, greasy, gray ponytails on the drug addicts who claim to be Viet Nam vets. They're the ones in fatigue jackets.
I'm not sure what you're supposed to call Indians nowadays. Savages? Redskins? Chief? Anyway, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to ask about their squaws, but papooses may still be okay. And I don't think you're supposed to call Eskimos, Eskimos. It's really hard to keep up with all the little slivers of the democrat party.
You know, I just can't see Native Americans doing what the maternal ancestress describes; to me, it seems like someone one would do where good agricultural land is scarce, and hence the necessity to plant as much as one can on fertile soil.
There were, at most, 650,000, but more likely circa 350,000, Native Americans occupying what are now the 48 continental United States, at the time of Plymouth Rock in 1620.
That was the whole entire Native American population for circa 2,800,000 square miles.
So it wasn't exactly like a subway in Tokyo; they weren't all jammed tightly together, and there was more than enough land for all.
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You know, I just can't see Native Americans doing what the maternal ancestress describes; to me, it seems like someone one would do where good agricultural land is scarce, and hence the necessity to plant as much as one can on fertile soil.
There were, at most, 650,000, but more likely circa 350,000, Native Americans occupying what are now the 48 continental United States, at the time of Plymouth Rock in 1620.
That was the whole entire Native American population for circa 2,800,000 square miles.
So it wasn't exactly like a subway in Tokyo; they weren't all jammed tightly together, and there was more than enough land for all.
Yeah, but I'll bet they would use any strategy to minimize the amount of land they had to clear and cultivate.
In the days before casinos, their lives were hard enough.
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Yeah, but I'll bet they would use any strategy to minimize the amount of land they had to clear and cultivate.
Granted; I didn't think of that.
But now I'm wondering about something.
I'm wondering how many Native Americans the primitives think were robbed by the evil white man?
My guess is anywhere between 20,000,000 to 200,000,000, given the primitives' abysmal knowledge of facts.
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I'm wondering how many Native Americans the primitives think were robbed by the evil white man?
My guess is anywhere between 20,000,000 to 200,000,000, given the primitives' abysmal knowledge of facts.
Over 200,000,000 Indians were killed by the white devils and thrown in the river. To this day, snapping turtles migrate up the Mississippi, Missouri, and Ohio Rivers following routes established 200 years ago, when they were feeding on the carcasses of murdered Indians.
The shifting sandbars that are so dangerous to navigation on the Mississippi River consist not of sand, but of countless tons of Indian bone fragments.
The white men were all Republicans.
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I saw an earlier campfire (not brought over here); the maternal ancestress means Native Americans.
Apparently a Native American "companion garden" is where one plants corn, and then as the stalk grows, some sort of vined vegetable (at the base of the stalk) that'll climb the corn, and then a third thing--I'm not up to going back to Skins's island to look it up--that grows out and away from the vined vegetable.
Or something like that.
New Englanders seem to have, uh, rather quaint ideas about what Native Americans did.
It's corn, beans, and pumpkin (or other squash). The idea being the squash can use extra shade provided by the corn and the beans use the corn stalks for support. We did it when Jake was younger and we were studying Native Americans.
Cindie
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I'm still wondering what kind of idiot would use grass clippings in a garden. That's got to play pure holy hell when weeding.
Then again, the hag is probably too cheap to buy the clippings bags from Market Basket, from which her local Waste Management folks in Rindge would be more than happy to take off her hands.
And funny, the town website has no listing for the town attorney, but what exactly is a, "planning director" if I may inquire?
http://www.town.rindge.nh.us/Town_Office.cfm
But really, if she's so miserable there, she could always just pack a bag and go just a few short miles down Rt. 202, and she'll be back in her beloved liberal haven of Massholistan. She's welcome to leave here anytime. In fact, I encourage it.
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It's corn, beans, and pumpkin (or other squash). The idea being the squash can use extra shade provided by the corn and the beans use the corn stalks for support. We did it when Jake was younger and we were studying Native Americans.
Thank you, madam; and as usual I find both you and GOBUCKS eminently reasonable and credible.
My questioning of the custom was simply because a primitive had described it, and as we all know, the primitives like to dream up fantasies about the noble savage; how nice and tender and kind and gentle they were, until the evil white man came.
This seemed to me something that would rather more happen in the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants. One "hard" statistic I recall from there was that in Ukraine, privately-owned farmland was 2.5% of all the farmland in the country, but yet produced more than 60% of all the food; it seemed to me the Ukrainians could make more grow on a single square yard of soil than we could on a football field.
On their own land, of course.
Government-owned land was lucky to get six bushels of wheat per acre.
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I advised her to have an abortion in her 98th trimester.
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That's a long payroll for a town of 6000, and each of those executives surely has a staff of assistants, who oversee supervisors, who have crews of workers. That's a lot of city employees. It may be that everyone in Rindge works for everyone else.
But didn't they just have a local election, in which DUmmy Raven claimed the stupid residents reelected a slate of morons who wanted to dismantle the entire, complex structure of city government? How is it that this place still exists?
At the DUmp, DUmmy Jane Pitt really lambasted her ignorant colleagues in the vast Rindge metropolitan government machine. She explained what traitorous, hateful slugs they truly are. I wonder if they know that? Something tells me old Jane takes on a different persona around these people in real life.
If her posts ever showed up in Rindge, it would be like a Weiner in a teapot. I sure hope she doesn't worry about that happening.
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I justs want to express the hope that I don't get into trouble with the Bostonian plagiarist for dissing his mother. Poor bobbolink did that, and now she's disapppeared, with people scouring Colorado liquor store parking lots, looking for clouds of blowflies. It may be that she's been scraped from his boot heel and fed to his cat, the usual fate of people who run afoul of Raven's alcoholic disappointment.
I think I should be safe, since it was franksolich who started this, by implying DUmmy Raven disregards the sensitivities of America's noble savages.
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It may be that she's been scraped from his boot heel and fed to his cat, the usual fate of people who run afoul of Raven's alcoholic disappointment.
I think I should be safe, since it was franksolich who started this, by implying DUmmy Raven disregards the sensitivities of America's noble savages.
Careful there, sir.
You might, or might not, be giving away one of the scenes from the upcoming "Mrs. Alfred Packer does the 4th of July."