Turkey is not just a country near Iraq

Once upon a year in America, something afoul happens to fowl who gobble in the name of pilgrims everywhere. But in the words of Malcolm X,

“We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock.

Plymouth Rock landed on us!”

Know what am sayin’?

Me Redskin. Me smoke `em peace pipe. Me no want `em wokum hokum Gozum loco-motion in the ocean. They come and shoo us red folk away and then smoke up dem jive turkeys to celebrate a land that ain’t theirs. But I digress. My name is Jive. Jive Turkey.

Brother Malcolm was right. The only turkeys we folks can deal with are jive turkeys. That’s what’s up!