Monday, April 14, 2014

I like Powwow too...but this is Sundance.

One of the best scoldings I was ever witness to, was Elder Joe Esquash giving advice to some young Indian Men.  We were at a SunDance preparation meeting. The boys were all around the Drum. They went into a song and started to jam. They were going full tilt, just giving it all. Some whoops and holler.  After the song and the last beat on the Drum, they smiled gave each other encouragements, congratulations, grins and pride-full looks. Many of us were all in a circle in this small building. The Old Man Joe, just said "I like Powwow too, but this is SunDance".  All the heads of the guys around the Drum just bowed.
They all knew they were scolded. No yelling, no anger, just a calm voice telling them this was for Prayer time.   

We laughed after word.

I like that about the Elders and the wise, just how damn cool they are.

You know that some Indians don't believe there is any Ceremonial element to Powwows?  Sad, I know. There is  of course pageantry, exhibition, dance, gala, colour and of course pride. But don't think for one minute there is no Spirit there. There is wonderful Spirit and strong Ceremonial presence in the Dance, the Song, the history.  They only need to ask about the Dance, the Song, and the revival. You see it was a neat trick to practice Ceremony in front of everyone when it was against the law. Even it was disguised in the festival and exhibition aspect of the Powwow. 

I was listening to Ceremony songs on the youtube and was thinking about Ceremony. Spring is here and just two months from now, there will be many SunDance Ceremonies happening.

It is a blessing to be able to go to Ceremony. Just think there was a time (not too long ago) that you couldn't even leave your community or practice your beliefs. Wow eh?

It is a testament to our People and their ability to survive. We do have an obligation to our ancestors and to our heritage to not forget who we are and where we come from.

Not only that, but we owe it to our children and their children to Teach them. Teach them about our heritage. That means learning our language and our ways.

It is never too late.  Seek out Elders, Ceremony, Language Teachers, and Story Tellers. They will not turn you away.  So enjoy the Powwow, but also don't forget the Ceremony.

Like the old man says, I like powwow too, but this is Sundance...

Bazgim, made and sung by James Mawla Shawana
Odawa + Potawatomi ... Anishinaabe
giishpin - if
aanchiidman - you change your mind
wiindamoshin - tell me
bazgim - sweetherat
gegwaa - do not
maajaake - leave
gaa mesinen - i will miss you
bazgim - sweetheart
giishpin - if
e'maajaayin - you leave
gaa boodeyis - i will be lonely
bazgim - sweetheart

Friday, April 4, 2014

Should White People Be Allowed into Indian Ceremonies?

When you get older you tend to repeat yourself. So I guess I covered this topic before in some fashion, but I hear it come up once in a while with friends and think why not revisit White people in Ceremony?

My friend is having a Ceremony tonight. It is a Cosapachican (tie up) ceremony.  I am sure there will be non-Native people there for sure. I guess everyone wants to take part in Ceremony.  It does cause some secret (and not so secret) resentments from people about White people in Ceremony. Even greater resentment when they are participating or Helping in a Ceremony. 

I remember some White participants in our Reserve Sundance Ceremony. There was this one guy who considered himself a "Windigokan", or a backwards person.

  In the old days the Plains Ojibway were mighty warriors, waging fierce battles with the Sioux, whom they hated with an implacable enmity. The old men can still tell many exciting tales of their exploits.
   One of the most interesting of Plains Ojibway institutions is that of the Cannibal Dancers, or "Windigokan," as they are called. Certain men had the right to make for themselves ridiculous costumes of rags and masks of the same material. When the band was gathered in the great camp circle, one of these persons would dress and search for comrades. Armed with a staff he would go from tent to tent until he found some one whom he wished to associate with himself. At this time he would point his stick, whereupon it was the duty of the chosen party to make himself a costume and accompany his captor, willy nilly. If, however, he saw the "Windigokan" approaching and escaped before the fateful wand was leveled at him, it was well.
   When a sufficient number of recruits had been gathered, a tent was erected to house them, and there they dwelt, issuing forth from time to time to capture food, or to exorcise the demons of disease from some sick person. Their method of procuring food was extremely amusing. The entire party, headed by the leader, would make the rounds of the camp, singing and frolicking. When they came upon buffalo meat hung out to dry, they would immediately proceed to stalk it most elaborately, until finally, one of the party, who was armed with a bow and arrow, would shoot at it. If he missed his aim, the party proceeded, never even picking up the arrow. If the meat was struck, they would flee in pantomime of terror, falling over backwards and performing many ludicrous antics, returning, however, to carry off the food in triumph. When they reached the door of their tepee they never thought of carrying the meat in ; instead they would attempt to throw it in through the smoke hole. If, however, the meat missed the hole and fell outside, the "Windigokan" would never touch it and it became the prey of the bystanders, who thronged to see the fun.
   Another peculiarity of the cannibals was that they used "inverted speech." That is to say, they expressed themselves by opposites. If one wished to drink, he would announce that he was not thirsty, and if a bystander wanted him to dance, he commanded the clown not to do so.
by Alanson Skinner, from the article The Plains Ojibway, within the anthology The Southern Workman, Vol. 43, Issues 1-10.

Anyway this White guy would participate at the Sundance as a Windigokan. That is all well and fine but he acted backwards outside of the Ceremony as well. When he was with Indians that is. Not sure of what he did when he was in his "real" world at work and home?   My friend who is a Windigokan and very knowledgeable Traditional person, "schooled" him about the Ceremony and the Windigokan. I guess the White guy didn't like it so he tore up his Windigokan clothing and left hanging on some trees.  I wonder what ever happened to that guy?Oh by the way we don't refer to any of our attire as "costumes". Just for your info.

You see it is not an act to be a Windigokan. You must know a few of them yourself.  They are the ones that do things in a manner that is not like the average. It is like the Artist. You know Artists think a different way, always being creative looking at things with a different eye than us.  Same with a backwards person. He or she is the one that will make things seem out of place or weird. Rather than take things down a hill they will carry it up the hill. They will not walk a straight road to get some where but will go off in all sorts of directions but get there at their time. You know those guys. It is just the way they are. They laugh and make jokes at inappropriate times but it seems natural to us. Teasing at your Dad's funeral. And wondering why people are giving them the look?  That is a Windigokan, the one that brings healing at times when you don't expect it.  

My friend and Teacher is not open to having White people take part in Ceremony. She is afraid that they will steal it for their own purposes. In some cases She has been right about that. As we seen when James Arthur Ray killed three people in a Sweat Lodge.  You know how that went. A Rich White guy charging outrages amounts of money for people to take part in some type of retreat.  Part of the retreat was to take part in a warrior ceremony.  Didn't work out very well for the warriors and for the head guru, Ray. I think he is out of jail now.
Ray likened the lodge to the Taj Mahal or the Vatican and himself to a priest, according to a transcript of audio recording received.
Participants paid more than $9,000 each to attend Ray's 'Spiritual Warrior' event with the sweat lodge planned as the highlight.

I have many friends that conduct Ceremony, not sure I have seen them "charge" admission. People honour them and the Ceremony with gifts if they chose to. Anyway, some of us are not opposed to White people coming into Ceremony. As one Elder said from my Reserve, "If the Creator does not turn away anyone, who are we to?".  I can see that. I can also see my friends view as well. She talks about the Old Man, deceased Elder Peter O'chieseHe was siting on the ground with his arms out stretched and one of his hands open and the other clinched closed. "We have given some much and they have taken so much, why can't we hold what little we have left?".

I was at a Sundance Ceremony years ago at Punnichy or Gordon's Reserve and there was a big ply-board nailed to a tree. The sign said "no white people allowed".  It was the Sundance Chief who had placed the sign there. And it was his Right to do so.  I read that years ago, the Sundance in some communities made it a spectacle, like a Fair or something. With people dragging Buffalo Skulls with harness on. Not in a real Traditional manner. I think those are the situations that scare our People. The mockery, the stealing of the Spirit and Intent of the Ceremony. Like what Ray did. 

Am I offended when White people come to the Ceremony.  I guess sometimes I am. But other times I am not. Not sure of why. It is a conflict for sure. I think it is a hard situation to really embrace.

I told this story before and cause I forget will share it again. Not much people have read the old post anyway. (I see the read count of posts). You must know with Creation the Creator had Teachers in other peoples' worlds. Buddha, Jesus, Muhammad, Brahma, and so on.  Well on this day Nanabosho or Wesakechak.was to meet his brother Jesus.

Wesakechak was standing on top of Sweet Grass Hills looking over at the country side. He was looking over at his people. Way of in the distance someone was walking. He was walking towards Sweet Grass Hills. He kept walking. Wesacechak didn't know him. Didn't recognize this guy. As the guy got closer, Wesakechak could see this guy was beat up. He looked awful. As the man got closer, Wesakechak started to recognize him. He came close to him. "Ho my brother Jesus, what happened to you?" Wesakechak asked.  Jesus was all beat up and blooded.  Jesus told him, "My people did this to me. They beat me, they whipped me. They stoned me. They killed me." Wesakechak asked him why?   "Cause my people are not satisfied.  I healed the sick, made the blind see, fed the hungry and still they beat me, they killed me."

You see White people were not satisfied. They had their place, their way of life, their home. But they were not happy so they went off to take things.  They had Europe. Not happy they went to India, China, Australia and Turtle Island and took them.  Still not happy they went on. Ships to space, hotels under the ocean. They took the Earth, the Sea, the Air, the Moon, and Mars. They took everything. Now they want your Spiritual Life. They take your Language, your Pipe, your Ceremony, . Yet they have their own?  

So I guess you can be a little more understanding when someone puts up a sign, No White People Allowed. 

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Las Vegas: I got beat up at the Airport.

In 1981 I had the opportunity to go on a Trip to Las Vegas!  I didn't have much money so I sold my 1976 Dodge Aspen, 2 door, yellow and gold. Man, that car was sweet. I had dual exhaust, 340 heads and a high lift cam put in that little 318. Had high ration gears so the top end was not too shabby.  A very nice little car. I sold it to this lady friend for $1500.00.   A great deal at the time. Her husband, a dink of a guy, bought it for her. He was a real prick if you know what I mean. Not nice to her. Anyway, we left Winnipeg on a charter company to Las Vegas. I think the company was called Lou Miles, but not sure. In Vegas there was a smaller airport terminal for charters, you know tour companies.

Vegas was awesome. I think we stayed at the Imperial Palace. The strip was not a crowded as it is today. So there was lot of sidewalk room and the hotels were not on top of each other. So the walks between hotels were longer and not as crowded.

I really liked Caesar's Palace (I guess the hotels' were all Palaces?) and the Forum Shops, the art galleries. Red Skeleton's art works were there as well as Anthony Quin. He is a great artist.
Forum Shops of Caesars Palace

I am not much of a gambler, but it being my first time to Las Vegas I tried it. Man, it can be fun. All the loud music of the machines, clanging and shooting out coins.  Good fun, especially if you win a little bit. In those days, the machines had real sliver dollars and fifty cent pieces. So that is what came out. I tried the silver dollar machines and won about sixty bucks at one time. Man, I was a king! 
Slot machines were called the "one armed bandit" No push buttons on them.

The dollar coins were nice to have. So I put them in my pockets. My two jean pockets were full of these dollar coins, pulling my pants down. I didn't know that there were little plastic buckets were there for your coins. Who knew, right?  So full pockets full of silver dollars. That is what I remember about the trip. It was fun. I even tried poker. I didn't win nothing. These old guys would just ante up into the game and fold all the time. And when they didn't fold after the ante, they won? Go figure that one.

Well the trip was three days, I think. Anyway, as it was time to leave, We went to the charter terminal. It was an old terminal, not very big, single story building. A few stores to buy drinks, magazines and that type of stuff. I went to get a magazine for my girl friend that time. We had two kids together but it didn't last. You know how it goes. Well I went to buy a magazine for her for the plane ride home. Its a three hour ride direct from Las Vegas to Winnipeg. As I was standing in that little open store and at the cash register, some guy slapped some coins on the table beside me. He was staying something real loud to the cashier. I don't remember exactly what it was; "I want...something". I didn't turn to face him or anything I just handed my cash to the guy and waited for my change. I felt the guy behind me blowing on my head. He was taller than me, I found as I turned and looked at him. He was kind of drunk. He then blew smoke directly in my face, and said "what you gonna do about it punk?". I smiled and said "asshole" and walked out of the store.

I walked over to my girlfriend and handed her my camera that was around my neck. She didn't know anything was going on. I looked at the store and the big fat guy came out, he looked mad and he looked at me. I smiled and waved. I said "Hi, Asshole". The guy walked over to me with his fist clenched. I knew he was going to try and hit. I could hear the girlfriend say "Steve?!?".  The guy walked over and proceeded to throw a punch.

He hit me hard in the head. I was about 20 that time and thought I could duck him. Nope, he hit me in the head. So I punched him back in the face. I figured I could drop that big fat bastard. Nope again. I was only about 145 pounds and have a small bone frame. So in my mind I felt I could knock him out. Except there is this math formula : According to Newton's second law, we say that a body has a mass m if, at any instant of time, it obeys the equation of motion;
f = d/dt(mv)
where f is the force acting on the body and v is its velocity. Let's just say I really don't understand the mechanics of mass, motion and volume.  But I do understand this. My hands are relatively small, my weight at the time was that of a 15 year old boy. So my mass meeting the mass of a much great object didn't defy Relativistic Kinematics equations. In other words, my small hands and small body, did not build up enough speed (vector quantity) to do any type of damage. Image if you will a fly that smashes into your forehead. What happens?  Exactly.  

Anyway, what happened next. Now this is where vector quantity plays out.  You know velocity. "the rate at which an object changes its position". Well next thing I know I am being tossed on the ground, picked up again and tossed onto the ground again. At a very fast rate I might add.

Next thing I know I see, from my peripheral vision, a large mass flying through the air, and landing on my opponent. It was my friend, Perry. Perry was sitting close by with his wife. He later told me he was counting money with his wife. I guess Perry seen me getting a heck of a good ragging", as its called. He decided the odds were not in my favor. Even though I didn't ask for any assistance. I thought I was doing good, after all I did connect the fat guy with a punch to the face. Perry is a big guy about six foot. At the time he was in great shape. You know one of those that ran miles and mile everyday. So Perry was good to go with my new arch enemy.  I don't know how fat guy became my arch nemesis in such a quick time, but he was.

The consequence of Perry's actions were quick. First thing was that the big guy was down on the ground. I was as well. You see, the big guy had me by my coat and by my hair. So when Perry bull dozed him.  The combined weight and force of the two ( mind you I don't know the mathematics of the action) pulled a big chunk of my hair off as I went flying in the air. I guess the big fat guy didn't have the good sense to let my hair go as we both flew in the air and down on the concrete floor of the airport terminal. 

I stood up and seeing an opening, I proceeded to kick the big fat guy as he was down. I had these nice little pointed brown sharp shoes. Sort of like cowboy boots without the tall boot. I think I may have kicked him the face as well. Just as I thought I was getting the upper hand I was thrown viciously to the ground. Some unknown aggressor jumped on my and body slammed me. Perry turned around a for some reason punched him right in the head. The guy started screaming "not me, not me". I guess he didn't want Perry punching him in his face again.  By this time fatty was up and ready to rock and roll. I think I was in over my head. Perry started jumping around and calling fatty to "go".  

Just then, two big, I mean big, cops showed up. And before we could say anything some older gentlemen started yelling, "I saw it all, these two started it.". He was pointing at me and Perry. Holy Shit! 
Now I was really scared. I was in the United States about to be arrested. I had no experience there. I had no money. I was scared. Perry went nuts. He started yelling at the cops. "GO AHEAD, arrest us". "I got money" "Go ahead arrest us". "We get this kind of thing happening to us all the time in Canada". 

Perry turns to me and says "Fix yourself up!".  My hair was all pulled out on the top of my head, My hair deshelved. My coat. My nice beige faux suede coat was all ripped up with one of my pockets on the floor. My shirt buttons were ripped off. I was thinking, "what?"   
I was styling in this coat. After all it was Vega 1981

Anyway the cops weren't interested in arresting these Canadians. They just wanted us on the plane and gone.

That was trip to the United States, Las Vegas Nevada.  I really really thought I could drop that big fat ugly drunken guy. Who knew mathematics  would be against me? 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

"Everyone can master a grief... but he that has it."

Everyone can master a grief,
But he that has it.
William Shakespeare

Winnipeg Compassionate Friends sends out newsletters every few months. This quote by William Shakespeare was in the news letter. It caught my eye and holds meaning for me. I guess because it is true.

This year we are not going to be hosting a Circle of Life Gathering for Survivors of Suicide. We did it for four years and have no plans to go on. We were hoping that out of the Gathering someone would host gatherings of support in their community or in the city. Perhaps people are dong it, I don't know.
I think the Indian and Metis Friendship Centre in Winnipeg, might be interested. I think Rose Marsden over there is a very good person and might consider hosting an event.

I am so glad to have gotten to know Compassionate Friends. This is a good group of people that are there because they know the grief. Simply put, they are parents who have lost a child. I think some or our communities could benefit from with having a support group like compassionate friends. 

 Have struggling with life these past months. Everynight I am visited by overwhelming regret and sadness. It is the funny thing about depression. It is not strictly a sadness thing. Hopelessness is one thing, but the other is defeat. Feeling like  you are defeated is not a good way to be. That is the darkness that screws over your nights and your alone time. 

Been volunteering at a couple of places and really pretending the clown act as the days move into years. Not one day goes by without winning over the dread of defeat. Weird eh?

Am kind of low these days. The wife is good though, always watching me and supporting me. Many times I think I have her fooled but I think she knows. 

Be good people. Try to take the Teachings and make them more than words or wall slogans, make them into action. 

One of the Teachings my Mom always gave to us, is to feed people. Feed people. So that is what we should do. Feed people. 


Thursday, February 20, 2014

Are you Afraid?

Are you afraid?  I sure am.

The world looks like one scary place. The U.N. just came out with the report on Korea (North) and found that they are committing crimes against humanity. Horrible stuff coming out of that report with accounts from former prisoners and people who have been able to get out of Korea. International affairs or world politics seems like such a complicated place. It seems so far away but yet it can have some impact on us, don't you think?  I mean there are people getting blown up everyday in the world. Should we feel safe and not afraid way over here?  Anyway the turbulent ways of the world is not what scares me right now. It is how a fragile a single life is. Not single as in not living with a significant other, but single in the individual. How they can be here one minute and poof, they're gone. How scary is that? I mean the world is scary enough as it is, you know worrying about fundamentalism, extremism, terrorism, and all the other isms out there. But to sit back or sit up and think about how fragile life is for someone you know. Now that is scary.

I used to go see this therapist, a psychologist who I didn't really connect with. I thought he was going through the motions. Not really trying to understand the deep deep inner-workings of a sophisticated complex renaissance man that is known as simply Steve (not simple Steve, but "just Steve"). Anyway, I don't think he liked me very much. He kept saying things like, how come you are still coming here? Why aren't you trying to seek help?  You are superstitious. Okay so he didn't say all that stuff. He did comment that I was superstitious. It was in reference to how I was thinking about things.

You see I think that if you love someone too much, it will be taken away from you. If you get too happy it will be taken away from you.  Weird I know. If you talk about someone dying, you will invite the death to come. Things like that is what I think of and get scared of. I get scared to lose. To lose someone close to me. Someone I love so much that I would gladly change places.

I think many people are like that. We have so much to be afraid of: The world weather changing in a crazy manner like floods, tornadoes, suicide bombers, getting a new pig flu, bird flu, AIDS, Cancer, hunting accident, car accident, brain aneurysm, flesh eating disease,  snakes on a plane, ants on a plane, that weird worm that gets stuck in your stomach and comes out of your bum, that fly that lays eggs under your skin when it bites you, bed bugs, those little skin bugs that are in your bed, radiation poison from those nuclear power plants in Japan, the economic crisis ( which one I know, every day we hear about some kind of big money collapse), oil snakes (pipelines), the bad movies by Woody Allen ( I am not sure why people like his movies?) Justin Bieber, Elephantiasis, hiccups, long toe nails (they hurt when they scratch you), bad breath, and one other thing, fat people.

I am afraid of being superstitious because I know it is true.  People don't think or say these things for nothing. I mean it must come from somewhere, right?

I am afraid if I listen to my own advice I might do something. Something bad. And I don't want that. I don't want to hurt anyone. Not being able to get over pain is a big fear I have. I can't let go. It's like an obsession. I get so low that I can't pretend some days.

Anyway, be afraid be very afraid. That thing under the bed? Well it must have come from somewhere.

I used to be very afraid of the Devil. Now it doesn't bother me. Not sure of the reason. I used to be afraid of dogs. Really scared of them. Now, not afraid, cautious if the dog is big, but no longer scared.

Spiders are another thing. And rats. I don't like rats.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Can Indians have a Sovereign State?

There has been so much talk about Indian Sovereignty by Indian politicians, as well as main stream politicians. But is it really something that is achievable or even desired?

I don't think the Federal government of Canada would want that and I don't think the provinces do either. You see the provinces are operating illegally  over the control of the land. The land management was transferred to them in 1930 through the Natural Resources Transfer Act.  So both types of government have it in their best interest if First Nations have no sovereignty of any kind.

You know it is quite depressing and very upsetting that the government lives this lie. They all know it. But continue to promote the big lie. And you know what is even more upsetting?  Many of our own people buy into that lie. You know the big lie?  Canada owns the resources on Turtle Island.

So the government is going after the "illegal" cigarette trade these days. Two guys from our Reserve got busted yesterday. Its funny because the Community of Dakota Plains First Nation, got attacked or raided I should say, (semantics really) by the RCMP on the direction of the Provincial government. Over fucking smokes?  Can you get that?  This Band was dealing with another Band, (First Nation to First Nation) and the province sent the attack dogs to stop them.

You know its not about smokes, right? It is the issue of having control over your domain. Your home.  Nope that is not how its done these days. You can only have control over welfare. And even then it is the rules of welfare that the government tells you what the rules are. Sheesh.

Every single time I hear an Indian Chief or better yet, a government guy/gal speaking about Indian sovereignty I just gag in my own throat. What a bunch of bull fucking shit.

You know what is hard? Try turning a yes into a no. You get what I mean?  It is best to start with a no. So when the government comes saying "hey, lets go into this agreement, it will give you more control, more options". Say fucking no. You know why? Once you say yes, the others are now caught in your yes. So if you say yes to provincial regulations for smoking by laws, or gambling in your community, or land mangement in your area, there can never ever be a no. The first Reserve to sign a gaming license with the province screwed all the other communities. Because now the table is set. No longer can you say we have control over or sovereignty over this domain, the province has. It has been shown and given up by some imbecile over there in that community.

Really the issue is simple: do you really think society way back when didn't have trade? Didn't have rules of governance? Didn't have a sense of authority? Or do you really think it was caveman shit? If you think that, man you are one dumb fuck. Indians were a living society just like any fucking place on the planet. But yet the government of Canada would have you believe that Indians didn't have any type of society norms, rules or systems. That is why this government is spending so much cash on fighting every fucking Indian right in the courts. Courts that they have selected by the way.

Newly released public accounts figures reveal that the federal Department of Aboriginal Affairs was by far the top spender on legal fees as it continues to battle First Nations' rights.
The department spent $106 million on legal services in 2012-13, slightly less than the $110 million it spent the year before. The legal costs for the Canada Revenue Agency were second at $66 million, followed by Canada prosecution services and the RCMP at $37 million and $21 million respectively.
So, the government spends more money on legal costs to fight First Nations in court and to challenge land claims and treaty issues than it spends on chasing tax cheats and on legal services to help the Mounties fight crime.

They do this because they know, they know they have to support their big lie.

The Government in the constitutions (and even in the NRTA) says that Indians have Rights. But yet, the governments, both federal and provincial are not even trying to pretend anymore that Indians have rights or are sovereign.  Shit our own leaders keep saying yes to the government big lie.

It shouldn't come to a big surprise that the new breed of Indian is going to say "hey, wait a fucking minute here".  Yep, its going to come to that and you can see it coming.

CSIS is no fool, that is why they have already drawn contingency plans for the Indian

CSIS Public Report 2009-2010 - Service canadien du ...
Jan 27, 2011 - annual CSIS Public Report, which provides us with an opportunity to .... Eco-extremists, Aboriginal extremists and other issue-motivated groups.

"The report says CSIS employs 3,200 and its annual operating costs for 2011-2012 totalled $540 million. For the first time, it has hired a proactive Aboriginal recruiter “whose main role is to reach out to Aboriginal, First Nation and Inuit communities throughout Canada.”"

 “Aboriginal people in general have been under CSIS alert since the 80s,”Chantal Chagnon, an organizer with Idle No More in Calgary, was not surprised to hear that the group has been monitored by CSIS.

I link related stories to articles that may have you find out more information regarding points or stories I have brought out, just in case you are interested. That is why some of the words are purple. Just click on them. :)

Women and the young are the ones that are going to lead.

Its too bad we don't practice some little bit of responsibility for our people. Take the Indian Registry for example. Why are we blindly following their rules?  The Band can have its own registry. They can list who their members are, instead they follow Indian Affairs without question. The Bands are throwing away their members, their families with the policy of the status rules. We even follow the provincial birth registry when we register our children. Register our children as the "6-2" when a mom decides not list the biological father on the provincial birth certificate. Regardless if that child's father is a Band Member of a Tribe. Bands have no idea of what they are doing to their own people. Practice a little bit of control for the people. Sovereignty is not a catch phrase. 

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I pooped myself today

This post is about poop!  So you are informed going in. 

I was speaking with a group of people taking part in a treatment program for alcohol and drug abuse a little while ago. The subject of crapping one's self came up. I think everyone in the group denied ever having done that. I said "bull shit".  Man, if you have gotten smashed to the point you can't remember or even stand, how in the heck are you going to control your bowels?  It's an embarrassing thing to admit. Once I was at a festival in the local town. I wasn't partying or anything just hanging out with friends. Saw this young woman with a nice pink pants on, she had poop on her pants. Felt bad for her. Poop is bad. Especially if its on your light coloured pants.

This young guy was telling me about his story; he was with friends and he needed to poop.  So he went find a quiet place in the bush to do his business. Thing was he didn't really have toilet papers. Don't know how but he got stains all over the back of his white shirt. He said his friends laughed and laughed. He was laughing as he was telling the story. That's the thing, it really is no big deal. You poop. Heck even the TP commercials are using the poop word on regular television: "everyone has to go we not enjoy the go".

My wife gives me heck all the time for being stupid. Lucky she never knew me when I was a booze hound. When I used to drink I would get so pissed drunk that I was lucky that defecating myself was the only thing I did. Oh yeah, you have to thank Pink Floyd for introducing that word to a whole crowd of Neechies that didn't know defecate from percolate.

 "The evidence before the court is Incontrovertible, there's no need for The jury to retire.In all my years of judging I have never heard before Of someone more deserving Of the full penalty of law.The way you made them suffer,Your exquisite wife and mother,Fills me with the urge to defecate!" 

Another teacher for the uniformed Neechie was the movie Christine:  

Rudolph Junkins: I understand, uh, one of the perpetrators, uh, defecated on the dashboard. Now, I woulda thought you'd be madder than hell at that. And I thought you woulda reported that.
Arnie Cunningham: Shit wipes off.

Who knew that music and movies could be so enlightening?  About poop yet?

Why is poop so gross?

I was going down ( or up) to visit my Dad on the Reserve. It's about and hour and half drive from the city going north. Anyway, I was wearing these nice khaki shorts, you know the beige ones.  I had to pooget (fart) so no big deal. Oops. I was past the halfway point of the trip, so no use heading back home. I didn't phone and tell my wife. She already worries about how I am going to be when I get much older and she has to look after me. Throw me in the home I guess. Anyway, lucky my Dad had spare clothes. I took one of his dark brown pants. I still have them. My granddaughter was 2 when she said to me, "nice pants granpa". My lucky dark brown pants. My grandpa pants. My wife tells our daughter that she is scared of how I might be senile already. She thinks about how I am now, can you imagine how I am going to be in a few years when I can no longer control my bowels???