This is about Umberto Romano’s mural that he painted in the Springfield, Massachusetts post office in 1937. It is not photoshopped. In the foreground is a Potomtuc Indian, a real estate sales rep a the notorious tribe of time travelers, reporting back to his chieftains the completed sale of land to William Pynchon of what became Springfield, Massachusetts.
“Oh, my god, you’re not going to believe this. These idiots just gave us 18 hoes, 18 containers of tradeable wampum each 6 feet high , 18 coats, 18 hatchets and 18 knives in return for “ownership” of the land, but we retain the use of it as always. So, nothing has changed, we’re just a tad richer is all. As you know, until repairs can be made, we are still unable to ship large inanimate objects from base via the transporter, so the manufactured goods are something we desperately need. But the hoes are without expertise and cold as ice. Absolutely useless as hoes. LOL. Puritan hoes. What an oxymoron from a moronic race. I accepted them only in order to not piss Pynchon off. Nobody likes it when you diss their women, right? They might make good house slaves, though.”
Or you can believe that the Potomtuc is simply reading a wooden or stone tablet.