Dbag wasn't a dbag, he was a good American.
"Hey Natives, are you using this land for farming?"
"Uh, no. This is our hunting ground. We use it during hunting season."
"Oh cool. Well, we're gonna take it and use it for farming then. Thanks!"
"Wait, what?"
WAGON BOSS: My fellow settlers! We stand here at the Edge O' Civilization, on the banks of the Mississippi River, lookin' West, at Our Destiny!
PIONEER: You can say that again!
WAGON BOSS: What may appear to the fainthearted as a limitless expanse of Godforsaken wilderness...
THIRD PIONEER: Sure is!
WAGON BOSS: ...is, in reality, a Golden Opportunity for humble, God-fearin' people like ourselves, an' our families, an' our children, an' the generations a-comin', to carve a new life - out of the American Indian!
[...]
A brass band enters, playing "Hail to the Chief"
GOVERNMENT AGENT: My fellow Redskins! Speaking for the Great White Father in Washington and all the American People, let me say we respect you savages for your Native Ability to instantly Adapt and Survive in whatever Godforsaken wilderness we move you to.
Out there.
Sign here.
RAILROADER: They did it!
All the cowboys whoop and holler.
- Firesign Theatre, "Temporarily Humboldt County"
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