The Big Endian

On Thanksgiving day, I am very thankful for the fact that I am the other kind of Indian. No reservations (pun intended)!

Though I am not native, I am naturalized; though I am not red, I am red fading to black (read 'brown'); though I don't welcome pilgrims, I intend to go on pilgrimage (hopefully it's the other kind of pilgrimage, to offer 'No Prayer for the Dying'); though I am not a Cherokee, I have driven a Cherokee (the grand one); though I have no reservations, I am typically reserved; and though I am not called Running Deer, I might very well be called Pun Case Can.

Please excuse any or all political incorrectness (there is a lot of redundancy in this phrase - what is political is typically incorrect, no?) in this article, and obtain enjoyment by leveraging that desensitized part of your brain which was very curious about the Daniel Pearl video (it's irrelevant whether you watched it or not).

If you are wondering whether I mis-spelled Indian in the title of this article, I didn't.