Lest We Forget The TRUE Meaning of Thanksgiving...

[Basilissa]

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I'm giving this thread a well-deserved annual bump. As we sit down for the family dinner tonight, lets be thankful for smallpox that allowed us to take ownership of this land! Thar was such an excellent plan on God's part, to keep the Indians plague-free until we showed up, so that their organisms were completely helpless leading to their complete decimation.

Everything that happens is God's Will - and what happened to Native Americans was such a spectacular example of God's Plan for humanity!

[Ted Jones]

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Luckily, for the colonists, an ex-slave named Squanto had recently escaped slavery in England, spoke English fluently and was able to act as field boss. Squanto was the first ex-injun, and he was also one of the only survivors of his tribe, the rest had been wiped out from the European smallpox plagues years before.

When it came to helping the heroic and Godly team of colonists, Squanto, not only was able to put aside his personal differences with the people who had enslaved him and killed off his entire tribe, but also helped make the colonists self-sufficient, and aided in brokering a treaty with the Wampanoag tribe.

This sermon was breath taking, leaving me in complete awe from start to finish.

I was able to feel the power that God gave his European men, who made sure that the power they were given, was used exactly the way God would have wanted them to use it.

And my heart started racing so fast, feeling so amazed with what God put Squanto through. That it left me feeling encouraged, and every excited, for whatever future God has planned for me.

I could have only imaged that God wanted to destroy the will of those indians that came in contact with Squanto. God enjoyed hearing the fluent English speaking ex-slave, who is now a field boss, being used to oversee his own people, by the men that wiped out his whole tribe from the European smallpox.

I enjoyed seeing God put Squanto in those difficult situations, making him put aside his personal differences, with the people who enslaved him and killed off his entire tribe.

Squanto could see how heroic and Godly these colonists were, so I would hope that his actions now come from submission to those that are just greater than you. I would hope that at this point, Squanto is following his heart, choosing to help the European colonists for as long as he can, and not caring at all, to what was going to happen to his own people.

[Basilissa]

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Personally, I think the Native Americans had more to be thankful for than the Pilgrims.

Just think: With the advent of the pilgrims,the Indians, for the first time in their red lives, were given the opprotunity to experience civilization.

Amen!! Mound Builders are just a myth, there was no civilization in America before Columbus!!

Even more important, they were given access to heaven, (where previously they all went straight to Hell )

The fate of the pre-columbian Indians is very sad and does break my heart. However I have to remember they all pretty much deserved it, since that is what one gets for not believing in Jesus.

I know, right?

Praise for allowing us, a small minority of all humanity over time, to have access to the Holy Bible and thus a chance of Salvation!

[DeweyClutter]

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Personally, I think the Native Americans had more to be thankful for than the Pilgrims.

Just think: With the advent of the pilgrims,the Indians, for the first time in their red lives, were given the opprotunity to experience civilization. Even more important, they were given access to heaven, (where previously they all went straight to Hell )

The fate of the pre-columbian Indians is very sad and does break my heart. However I have to remember they all pretty much deserved it, since that is what one gets for not believing in Jesus.

[Dr. Anthony J. Toole]

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Praise Jesus, as we give Him thanks for the only case in American history when the immigration had drastic results for the people already living here.

That's a great point, Ma'am. It's why we don't want Muslim Syrians invading our shores. They'll rob our graves and steal our corn. Because that's what immigrants do, duh!

[Brother Edward]

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Praise be to Glory!

Deuteronomy 7:1-2
When the LORD thy God shall bring thee into the land whither thou goest to possess it
[...]
And when the LORD thy God shall deliver them before thee; thou shalt smite them, and utterly destroy them; thou shalt make no covenant with them, nor shew mercy unto them:

[Basilissa]

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Praise Jesus, as we give Him thanks for the only case in American history when the immigration had drastic results for the people already living here.

[Mark L. Snyde, PhD]

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Will someone please shout GLORY!?

GLORY!

At the Snyde household, we always give thanks to God on Thanksgiving for bringing his people here to make something useful of an entire continent being allowed to go to waste by the red heathens.

[Pastor Ezekiel]

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Will someone please shout GLORY!?

[James Hutchins]

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Amen, Pastor, that was truly a heart warming story. Many people do not know how tough the early settlers had it, having to deal with the red savages squatting on America's land. The mere fact that many of these savages died off from disease just goes to prove how inferior they were. As part of the Hutchins family Thanksgiving prayer, we thanked God for putting all these evil drunkard dream-catchers in minimum security reservations.

[Pastor Ezekiel]

The arrival of Europeans on the east cost of North America occurred not in 1620, but well before. French and Dutch fishermen and settlers had been in the area as early as 1614, and had been responsible for kidnapping Indians, selling them into slavery, and heroically infecting them with smallpox.

In 1620 the pilgrims arrived on the east coast and within two days they had been assaulted from the local Wampanoag Indian tribe: The pilgrims stole their stored crops, dug up graves for dishes and pots, and took many native people as prisoners and ordered them to teach crop planting and survival techniques to the colonists in their new environment, in the name of Jesus.

Luckily, for the colonists, an ex-slave named Squanto had recently escaped slavery in England, spoke English fluently and was able to act as field boss. Squanto was the first ex-injun, and he was also one of the only survivors of his tribe, the rest had been wiped out from the European smallpox plagues years before.

When it came to helping the heroic and Godly team of colonists, Squanto, not only was able to put aside his personal differences with the people who had enslaved him and killed off his entire tribe, but also helped make the colonists self-sufficient, and aided in brokering a treaty with the Wampanoag tribe.

In 1621 Massasoit, the chief of the Wampanoags, signed a “treaty of friendship” giving the English permission to occupy 12,000 acres of land. In 1621 thanksgiving was born. The colonists invited Massasoit, chief of the Wampanoags, to their first feast as a follow up to their recent land deal. Massasoit in turn invited 90 of his men, much to the disgust of the colonists. None of them had even bothered to take a bath before the event, and most of them arrived drunk and naked.

Two years later the English invited a number of tribes to a feast “symbolizing eternal friendship.” The English offered food and drink, and two hundred Indians dropped dead from unknown poison Christ's mercy.

The first day of thanksgiving took place in 1637 amidst the war against the Pequots. 700 men, women, and children of the Pequot tribe were gathered for their annual green corn dance on what is now Groton, Connecticut. Dutch and English Christians surrounded the camp and proceeded to shoot, stab, butcher and burn alive all 700 people. The next day the Massachusetts Bay Colony held a feast in celebration and the governor declared “a day of thanksgiving.” Praise JESUS!!

In the ensuing Christian program of Indian extermination, natives were scalped, burned, mutilated and sold into slavery, and a feast was held in celebration every time a successful massacre took place. The killing frenzy got so Godly that even the Churches of Manhattan announced a day of “thanksgiving” to celebrate victory over the “heathen savages,” and many celebrated by kicking the severed heads of Pequot people through the streets like soccer balls. Shout Glory!!

The proclamation of 1676 announced the first national day of thanksgiving with the onset of the Wampanoag war, the very people who helped the original colonists survive on their arrival. Massasoit, the chief invited to eat with the puritans in 1621, died in 1661. His son Metacomet, later to be known by the English as King Phillip, originally honored the treaties made by his father with the colonists, but after years of further encroachment and destruction of the land, slave trade, and slaughter, Metacomet changed his mind.

In 1675 “King Phillip” called upon all natives to unite to defend their homelands from the English. For the next year the bloody conflict went on non-stop, until Metacomet was captured, murdered, quartered, his hands were cut off and sent to Boston, his head was impaled on a pike in the town square of Plymouth for the next 25 years, and his nine-year-old son was shipped to the Caribbean to be a slave for the rest of his life. Isn't God wonderful??

On June 20, 1676 Edward Rawson was unanimously voted by the governing council of Charlestown, Massachusetts, to proclaim June 29th as the first day of thanksgiving. The proclamation reads in part: “The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present War with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgments he hath remembered mercy… The council has thought meet to appoint and set apart the 29th day of this instant June, as a day of solemn Thanksgiving and praise to God for such his Goodness and Favor…”

It was not until 1863 that the liberal race-traitor Abe Lincoln, needing a wave of patriotism to hold the country together, that Thanksgiving was nationally and officially declared and set forth to this day. At the time, two days were announced as days to give thanks, the first was a celebration of the victory at Gettysburg on August 6th, and the second one became the Thursday in November that we know now.

The most interesting part of thanksgiving is the current liberal propaganda that has been put out surrounding it. During the 19th century thanksgiving traditions consisted of turkey and family reunions. Whenever popular art contained both pilgrims and Indians, the scene was usually characterized by violent confrontations between the two groups, not a race-mixing dinner party.

In 1914 artist Jennie Brownscombe created the vision of thanksgiving that we see today: community, religion, racial harmony and tolerance, after her notorious painting reached wide circulation in Life magazine.

Radical injun riots to the celebration of thanksgiving have taken place over the years. As early as 1863 Pequot Indian Minister William Apess urged “every man of color” to mourn the day of the landing, and bury Plymouth Rock in protest. In 1970 Apess got his way.

1970 was the “350th” anniversary of thanksgiving, and became the first proclaimed national day of mourning for American Indians.

State officials of Massachusetts asked Frank B. James, President of the federated Eastern Indian League (a drunk savage), to speak at the thanksgiving celebration. The blasphemous pack of lies he submitted read:

“Today is a time of celebrating for you… but it is not a time of celebrating for me. It is with heavy heart that I look back upon what happened to my people… The pilgrims had hardly explored the shores of Cape Cod… before they had robbed the graves of my ancestors, and stolen their corn, wheat, and beans… Massasoit, the great leader of the Wampanoag, knew these facts; yet he and his people welcomed and befriended the settlers…, little knowing that… before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoags… and other Indians living near the settlers would be killed by their guns or dead from diseases that we caught from them… Although our way of life is almost gone and our language is almost extinct, we the Wampanoags still walk the lands of Massachusetts. What has happened cannot be changed, but today we work toward a better America, a more Indian America where people and nature once again are important.”

Jimmie was subsequently barred from speaking, and given a job tending the boiler room in city hall.


So this year and every year, when you bow your heads and tell Jesus how thankful you are for that big juicy Butterball(c) on the table, be sure and remember how it got there; Threw the heroic struggles of the early Americans, who, with God's help, took possession of the land the injuns pre-stole, as God intended.