I run this small pharmacy in Eden, Manitoba, Canada. Although the town is mostly Caucasian, some Injuns find their way there once in a while.
(I requested that the town council re-introduce law that would designate Injuns in groups of more than three to be considered raiding parties, thus allowing residents to open fire on them.)
But I digress.
This young Injun squaw came in my humble shop and asked for the M.A.P. The morning-after pill! I ask her why she wants to douse God's creation with chemical poison and she replies that her boyfriend forgot to put on a condom. I got angry, fast. I shouted at her that first of all, condoms are unholy miniature garbage bags for unsaved trash like her, and that M.A.P is even worse! Not only do you prevent God's work from happening, but now you try to kill it.
I waived my hand and my shop-helper, a gimp by the name of Steve, proceeded to hit her with a Swiffer mop or something. Steve beat her out of my store something quick. He moves fast when he wants to.
But I was still shaken. This poor soul. She is already in trouble being an Injun and all, but now she wants to make her groin a Satanic soup for all the other Injuns out there.
Pray for her my brothers and sisters. Pray that an accident disfigures her so that no other Injun will want to condemn his soul to eternal damnation with her evil loins.
Praise Jesus.
(I requested that the town council re-introduce law that would designate Injuns in groups of more than three to be considered raiding parties, thus allowing residents to open fire on them.)
But I digress.
This young Injun squaw came in my humble shop and asked for the M.A.P. The morning-after pill! I ask her why she wants to douse God's creation with chemical poison and she replies that her boyfriend forgot to put on a condom. I got angry, fast. I shouted at her that first of all, condoms are unholy miniature garbage bags for unsaved trash like her, and that M.A.P is even worse! Not only do you prevent God's work from happening, but now you try to kill it.
I waived my hand and my shop-helper, a gimp by the name of Steve, proceeded to hit her with a Swiffer mop or something. Steve beat her out of my store something quick. He moves fast when he wants to.
But I was still shaken. This poor soul. She is already in trouble being an Injun and all, but now she wants to make her groin a Satanic soup for all the other Injuns out there.
Pray for her my brothers and sisters. Pray that an accident disfigures her so that no other Injun will want to condemn his soul to eternal damnation with her evil loins.
Praise Jesus.
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