![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
One of those rare contempation days....
Feb. 21st, 2007 06:47 pmLet me tell you of the place that I call home.
Hawaii, self-proclaimed (but sometimes not) paradies on earth.
Where locals eat spam, corned beef hash, and vienna sausage without worry about what they are made of (because there are worst things to eat, like black dog, frog legs, and mountain oysters)
We are a multicultured neighborood. We are hardly ever racist, because everyone and their mother is called Aunty and Uncle and treated that way (although you'll find it hard pressed for any of us to like haoles.)
Our first crop was not corn but rice (probably not but that's how it seems) and we eat for every meal, because seriously, potatoes? IDEK.
No, we don't live in grass huts on the beach, or use coconut shells for bras, because that would be totally uncomfortable. And who the hell actually uses stuff like that?
We have no snakes or any sizable reptiles other than lizards, but we have the biggest roaches ever DDDDD:
It is always summer; no autumn leaves or winter snow for us; though one mountaintop out of many holds just a bit.
Our forests are lush, and the beaches the most beautiful, but are being ruined by tourists who come and mess up the aina with their craving for more hotels and attractions, because, really, who needs nature?
We were once a small nation, overthrown by the government we now serve and die for. And yet, as we fight for freedom from an inposed democracy, we must ask ourselves: can we really survive?
With a military base that rules the pacific with an iron fist and a country that does to same to us, our freedom is a long off dream, if not an impossibility. If we couldn't keep our kingdom once, what makes us think we can do so again.
Arrogance doesn't become us; we are a peaceful people, if not horribly lazy at times, content with our lives without the influence of those around us.
Our lives, so much different from the rest of the world and yet the same.
Hawaii, self-proclaimed (but sometimes not) paradies on earth.
Where locals eat spam, corned beef hash, and vienna sausage without worry about what they are made of (because there are worst things to eat, like black dog, frog legs, and mountain oysters)
We are a multicultured neighborood. We are hardly ever racist, because everyone and their mother is called Aunty and Uncle and treated that way (although you'll find it hard pressed for any of us to like haoles.)
Our first crop was not corn but rice (probably not but that's how it seems) and we eat for every meal, because seriously, potatoes? IDEK.
No, we don't live in grass huts on the beach, or use coconut shells for bras, because that would be totally uncomfortable. And who the hell actually uses stuff like that?
We have no snakes or any sizable reptiles other than lizards, but we have the biggest roaches ever DDDDD:
It is always summer; no autumn leaves or winter snow for us; though one mountaintop out of many holds just a bit.
Our forests are lush, and the beaches the most beautiful, but are being ruined by tourists who come and mess up the aina with their craving for more hotels and attractions, because, really, who needs nature?
We were once a small nation, overthrown by the government we now serve and die for. And yet, as we fight for freedom from an inposed democracy, we must ask ourselves: can we really survive?
With a military base that rules the pacific with an iron fist and a country that does to same to us, our freedom is a long off dream, if not an impossibility. If we couldn't keep our kingdom once, what makes us think we can do so again.
Arrogance doesn't become us; we are a peaceful people, if not horribly lazy at times, content with our lives without the influence of those around us.
Our lives, so much different from the rest of the world and yet the same.