Everybody wang chung tonight! Er, I mean, everybody rain dance! What moves! I'm sure all Native Americans are proud of this interpretation of their sacred rituals.
I love the fact that they got Darth Vader to do the spoke-word intro.
Since readers seemed to enjoy Bill Haley's "Candy and Women," we now add another of his pre-rock'n'roll songs, which qualifies--by a couple of lines on Native Americans, and a general reckless disregard for human and animal life--for our category of pre-PC weirdness.
"Pappy wound up with four deuces, and the squaw with six papooses."
Every Christmas, a friend sends me a package of foodstuffs from the Native Harvest website, run by the Ojibwe tribe. It's all wonderful goodies, and today I broke out the Maple Butter for toast.
That's when I noticed the native name given for the product: "Anishinaabe Doodooshaaboo-bimide."
Yeah, right. You just know this is a joke the Native Americans are playing on us politically correct and guilty invaders, trying to get us to pronounce a bunch of doo-wop lyrics and sound like Frankie Valli.
[Upper image from Look magazine for June 20 1961. Lower image from Look magazine for April 24 1962.]
A special "two-fer" installment of the Follies thread. Two splendid representations of our friends, the Native Americans, from within the lifetimes of many WU readers.
They hate cheap cigars, but are experts in premium house paints.
Either a 20th-century man's shoe has been transported through time back to pre-Columbian America, confounding the primitive redksins, or else some 20th-century Native Americans on some especially traditional and cloistered reservation somewhere are incredibly ignorant.
Or, some Madison Avenue genius thought this was brilliant.
Category: Ineptness, Crudity, Talentlessness, Kitsch, and Bad Art, Music, Religion, Dance, Native Americans