Not that I get tons of mail . . .

. . . but the reason why I didn't get any today isn't because no one loves me.

It was the day to celebrate that ill-fated Italian cartographer/dreamer Cristoforo Colombo. Yes, his achievement in reaching this continent for the first time since the Vikings was great, and thanks to him I now know Spanish and English.

Still, I wish I had been taught the languages of the earth, those that were there before the invasion. I wish the sole purpose of the voyage was not as selfish as getting rich and getting the crown rich. I wish those pseudo-christians would have never "converted" and force-volunteered the indigenous into slavery. I wish they would have never thought they were superior because of the color of their skin or a worthless last name.

I'll pretend that the reason I didn't get my mail today--and the reason I got free pie at school today--was the Canadian Thanksgiving.

Thank you, Mr. Colombo, thanks.