“My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.”
There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.
Well, maybe not. Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building. Hoping someone would be able to detonate it. Perhaps thinking it would be me in my bridal gown. Not knowing how much I rely on Cinna’s talents, whereas
I was a fan of you, let me start off by saying that, hell, i even looked up to you; but after seeing you gleefully disrespect my culture and history has made my perception of you change drastically. You talked so happily about sitting on sacred rocks to “scratch your butt” but did you ever acknowledge what may have happened on that spot? Our culture has been dragged to hell and back with most of our relics lost along the way. The least you can do is respect what is still there. Is our beliefs a joke to you? Making the Hawaiian legends sound like a joke as you raised your hands and talked about a curse. Those rocks were obviously important and to wedge them loose and laugh in the face of the people who allowed you here is disrespectful at the very least. I do hope that our Kupuna and Pele forgives you. Even the Keikis saddened by this. I truly had hope in you; but currently that is lost.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers.” -Charles William Eliot
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