Who Should Die First?

 I have changed my mind to, Yes, some people should die. Who am I to want this?  Well now, I will tell you who the heck I am. I am a enraged lunatic who is fed up with the injustices of the world. Pissed right off at the scum of the Earth, the dried up bubble gum on the door handles at the government office. And, I am not happy with the uglies. Like Arlo Guthrie once said: "may not be moral enough to join the army after after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me... the meanest, ugliest nastiet one, the meanest father raper of them all..." These are the kind of people I am considering who should die first. The real mean, nasty ugly looking folk. These are the first ones to die. 

Like many, I am horrified at the happenings in the world; Genocide taking place against Palestine, Endless war in the Ukraine, mass killings in Congo, Nigeria, United States continues to terrorize the world, and majority of Rich countries killing the planet, the ultra-rich individuals eating kids. There is in fact this one unhinged individual who really wants to anal his own daughter. Can you imagine that? Sad thing, is looks like this daughter actually encourages her father's appetite for depravity. So much so, her porn-star-stepmom, is jealous of her. The wildness weirdness of rich people (white people in this case). Speaking of anal, there is this Adam Sandler movie where he could stop time. In one scene he stopped time, slapped the Knight Rider actor the H, farted in his mouth so the H could taste poop in his mouth. Wouldn't that be a funny thing if Putin was to defecate in the Orange ones mouth. Be even funnier if it was Claudia Sheinbaum who shit in his face.

The imagination of people is incredible. Can you imagine if the ultra-rich (the likes of Musk, Arnault, Bezos, Zuckerberg, Buffet, Gates, Page, Ellison, Bloomberg, etc) being made to do nasty public stuff. There is a storyline in the Black Mirror television show, where the Prime Minister of England must make decision or let the England Princess be murdered. He is asked to have meaningful intimate sexual intercourse with a large pig. The whole act of this love-making is to be broadcast on television. Should this guy save her life? Now this is something that should take place with the ultra-rich as the participants, don't you think? 

The wild and horrible things fictionally made up for public entertainment is actually tame in compare to the happenings in the world right. And the horrible things in the world can be directly and indirectly linked, attributed to those ultra-rich and the governments who suck their wrinkly sacks. I would shed not a tear for anyone of those individuals to die or be made to humiliate themselves to the world. 

Heck with them and the offspring who bare their name. 

Where Is Our Naru? Where Is Our Billy Jack? Where Is Our Willie Jack?

 In our Reserve, Sagkeeng Anishinaabe Nation, the Meth Crisis is bringing pain to the People. In our Province, Manitoba and our country Canada, the police are bringing pain to the People, Indian people. In the World, the Zionists are bringing pain to the Indigenous Palestinian people. Lot of pain brought to the People around the world. So what can we do to stop or even ease the pain? I don't know about the world but in our Reserve, our community, we sure could use a hero. 

There are lots of issues in our community. 

So we need Jack, Billy Jack, to introduce themselves. Billy will mostly likely be a Woman, an Ogichidaa. 

"You know what I think I'm gonna do then... just for the hell of it... I'm gonna take this right foot, and I'm gonna whop you on that side of your face...and you wanna know something? There's no a damn thing you're gonna be able to do about it."  Billy Jack 

"You think that I'm not a Hunter like you. That I'm not a threat. That's what makes me dangerous." Naru

"Stoodis, Skoden." 

Trump the Rhetard?

 The Twilight Zone television show was incredible. The opening dialog with the creator's unique voice, Rod Serling.  Admit it, you can hear his voice: “You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead — your next stop, the Twilight Zone.” The Twilight show is what the world has been experiencing for a while now. The lock-down of the World with a Pandemic, the resurgence of Nazism through Zionism/Israel, the rise of Billionaires, the election of Donald Trump-a criminal. Art really captures life and still, we are surprised. 

I was going to do a post highlighting the Upside of Trump, but the page would be a blank white sheet. The blank-white sheet appropriate in more ways that one.  Elon Musk, Mdga-Billionaire and proud Nazi, gave Trump more 277 millions dollars. This gift (cash is king) to "The Donald" resulted in Musk becoming top dog in the US government. Funny stuff, because Musk is in charge of taking away jobs from the work force.  There are so many examples of Trump saying and doing insane things. 

Twilight Zone, Black and White original, aired a segment called "It's a Good Life." This episode is a exactly the story of Donald Trump, a petulant child. This child is a monster, only wanting to have all things his way. In the Twilight Zone, there is no happy ending. This monster child just destroys anything he dislikes or whomever disagrees with him. 

The world is looking at Trump and they see a Petulant Child (A petulant child is often described as one who exhibits irritability, peevishness, and impatience. This behavior can manifest as sulking, pouting, and general discontent, similar to a toddler's temper tantrum but in a more mature form2. The term "petulant" itself refers to being easily annoyed and complaining in a rude manner). 

While the World sees a Retarded leader, the United States have embraced this full diaper as their best, their god. What does that say about the "greatest place in the world?"  As the Great Kirk Lazarus says, "You never go full retard." 

The United States went full retard. 

It Was Me, I Pulled Out Her Chair, She Fell On The Floor

"The Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada (TRC) was created through a legal settlement between Residential Schools Survivors, the Assembly of First Nations, Inuit representatives and the parties responsible for creation and operation of the schools: the federal government and the church bodies.

The TRC’s mandate was to inform all Canadians about what happened in residential schools. The TRC documented the truth of Survivors, their families, communities and anyone personally affected by the residential school experience. This included First Nations, Inuit and Métis former residential school students, their families, communities, the churches, former school employees, government officials and other Canadians." 

Marie Wilson, Murry Sinclair, and Wilton Littlechild were the Commissionaires for the TRC. Each of these individuals have had stellar careers and impressive resumes. They went on a journey for over six years, taking them all over Canada. The end result was an impressive documentation of the journey. 

The  Commissionaires unveiled the results of their work at a Gathering, June 2015 in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. The TRC Gathering was well attended with Indians from all over Canada. The Commissionaires hosted many events prior to the releasing of their Report. Lot of fun was had by All. Dancing, Walks, Seminars, Singing, a Play (by no  disgraced Joseph Boyden pretend Indian) and Pipe Ceremonies. 

Commissionaire Marie Wilson was in attendance of a seminar, held at the  Museum Of Canadian History  It was in a relatively medium sized room. Perhaps a hundred or more people in attendance. The room was filled with plastic chairs and people seated in those chairs. The room was a buzz with excitement. There were people from everywhere; White people, Indians, People of Color, Me, my friend Earl and my brother Don. I don't know who was the speaker at this seminar. 

Earl is a residential school survivor, we attended the same Boarding school as he did, the Fort Alexander Indian Boarding School.  We were fortunate to  go the Ottawa event, due to my brother's efforts. It was a big deal. So I made sure to attend everything going on at the TRC Gathering.  I went to the Pipe Ceremony, the Play, and other meeting events.  We ran into the Honorable Judge Murry Sinclair and other Big Name Indians at the various events. It was an incredible fun glorious momentous time. 

At the speaking seminar in which Commissionaire Marie Wilson was at, we were there. We went in before Ms Wilson had arrived. So we were at the back of the room, standing against the wall. The Commissionaire Marie Wilson had walked past us, as we stood by the wall behind the row of chairs. Commissionaire Wilson has written a book on her experiences during the TRC journey of six years. The people she has met, the Ceremonies she took part in, the travels she took and the stories she heard. Evidently she is a proficient note taker and has a full shelf of her note books from the TRC journey. Commissionaire Marie Wilson was on a radio talk show called Unreserved. It was here I heard her talking of the TRC journey and the resulting book she published: North of Nowhere. Commissionaire Mare Wilson will not me as a-whole-in-the-ground. But I bet she will remember our paths crossing. You see, when I was standing by the wall at the full room of anxious, excited, happy people, I decided I shouldn't have to stand. I mean, I'm one of the Indians here. This event would not be happening if not for Indians like us, who went to school with those Nuns, those Priests, under those circumstances. So being the Indian I am, I reached over to pull a chair so I could sit in it. I pulled it back just enough for me to use it. At the precise time, Commissionaire Marie Wilson had gotten to the chair space and plunked herself down onto said chair. Problem; the chair was no longer there. A scream incurred (or is it occurred, I think it is incurred because it was her fault and not mine, if it was my fault it would occurred) throughout the crowded room of (now) surprised, shocked guests. I yelled out in panic, "it's my fault." My brother and my friend Earl (who I can only describe as a Savage, like in Savage Indian from the Rez) both scrambled out the door. I stood there for a moment, but felt like an eternity, and slowly slithered out the door. Before I left I glanced over to see a colleague of my nephew (both are University Professors) looking sternly at me. Outside of the room I was met with Laughter and scoldings. 

I wonder if esteemed Commissionaire Marie Wilson, and now published author, has recalled this encounter in her book. 

Marie Wilson 

What Did You Do To Get That Feather

I stopped at a gas station called the 59er, situated just on the outskirts of Winnipeg. I saw an Eagle Feather attached to the wall. It made me curious as the story behind the Feather on this non-Native establishment. I asked the lady who was the owner and she said (deceased) Assembly of Manitoba Chiefs, Grand Chief Rod Bushie had given it to her. Rod was a frequent customer of the gas station and decided to give it to the Lady. I have seen a few Eagle Feathers at different places, which were not connected to Natives. At a business where they engrave grave-stones, an Eagle feather was on a window sill. I asked the owner about it. She had found out in the country by her property. I resisted the urge to ask her for the feather. I was in Mahnomen Minnesota a number of years ago. My Dad and brother were still living at the time. Two of my brothers and I had taken my Dad to the casino, Shooting Star. While there I took a drive to a car wrecker yard. I was looking for a vehicle license plate for my brother, Pancho. Pancho collected license plates and tacked them up on his shed. At the wrecker I bought a license plate for ten bucks. Behind the cashier a few Eagle Feathers were hanging up. I asked the white guy behind the till where he got those Feathers from. It is against the law in the United States for white people to have Eagle Feathers, or at least that's my understanding. He told me he finds them in the cars. When cars either get wrecked or however the cars end up in the yard, he finds them. 

I have some Eagle Feathers. I danced Sundance and participated as a Helper for many years. Still I have to ask, "What did I do to get those Feathers?" When I was growing up in the Reserve, the 1960's 1970's, I never saw an Eagle Feather anywhere. People really didn't have them in their possession or their homes. The only Feathers I saw were with Chief of our Reserve, Mr. Dave Courchene. The Eagle Feather has come back to our Reserve and to many other Reserves and people. I see them. It is really good to see. There are some folks who are upset and say "they didn't earn those Feathers." For sure this is a sentiment and could have some merit in the criticism. Still who am I to critique the ownership of an Eagle Feather. 

I have given away Eagle Feathers that I have acquired. In fact I have even given away the Eagle Bustle and an Eagle Headdress.  I got those from my friends from the North of our province, Manitoba.  Whether I had the Right or gave those Feathers or Bustles to someone worthy is another story.  Growing up, we did not see Eagles in the South. The Eagle was not to be seen in our community for many years, in my youth.  I think it was when the DDT was in full use. DDT was a widely used pesticide in the early century and lot of it was used in the 1960s. The  effect of DDT was far reaching and devastating to the bird population, especially birds of prey, like the Eagle. DDT caused a high death rate in the Eagle population. Seeing an Eagle was a rarity. Even rarer is the Golden Eagle Feather. Golden Eagles are pretty rare to see. Seeing an Eagle is considered a Blessing for many an Indian. Social media has numerous posts by Indians haven seen an Eagle or two. 

I was a post-secondary Powwow a number of years ago. The Powwow was honoring graduating Indigenous students. At the honoring, each Indigenous student was presented an Eagle Feather. Honor indeed. The Indigenous Students achieved something many other Indigenous people have not, they met the challenges of the White system and succeeded in getting certificates and degrees. Not an easy feat in a system that once denied them. I would agree those Indigenous people earned their Feathers. I think there are many in today's society who should be recognized. Then again, there are many different opinions of who gets to hold a Feather. Years ago at our Reserve, the Chief was getting a Headdress bestowed onto him by the community. I was standing close to this older guy, and he is Traditional (Traditional is a title to describe people who live by the Indigenous Teachings). This guy started saying those people "shouldn't be giving the Chief a Headdress, he doesn't even know what it signifies, and didn't earn it." In his defense this guy is a pure Arsehole and doesn't have much positive things to say about anything or anyone in the Reserve. I didn't think much of it at the time, when he made those remarks. 

My daughter takes part in this club, it is  called the Butterfly Club. It is hosted and sponsored by Ka Ni Kanichihk, a social organization which supports Indigenous Women who suffered from trauma. The Butterfly Club provides Elders, Teachers, activities for young girls/women in efforts for positive learning related to Indigenous Teachings and practices. It is something that we appreciate. The program is lead by Young Women. The Leaders of this program have come and gone as there are other more lucrative or better opportunities out there. It is great when this young leaders are able to stay for a period of time and establish relations with the young participants. I wanted to honor the two young leaders so my Girl and I gave them a couple of Walking Sticks, which me and my Girl make. I wanted the Young Women Leaders to know we appreciate them. A few days later I was thinking about how they look after the young girls and how my Girl gets to enjoy activities like Sweat Lodge Ceremony, making drums, listening to Teachings, etc. I have some Eagle Feathers which I received from an Elder friend of mine. The Feathers are a mix of small ones and some flight feathers. I got a few Feathers from this White guy I met a while back. He lives in British Columbia and finds Feathers on his property. It was the first time meeting him and I asked him to bring Feathers next time he came to Manitoba. Turns out he did what I asked him. Anyways, I decided to Honor these Young Women Leaders with an Eagle Feather each. I told them to dress up those Feathers and don't let them sit around. I feel they earned the Right to carry a Feather. 

We have some many cliches; "the future is our youth, Women are the life-givers, We must protect our children, young people are gifts, young ones are not given to us-just lent to us," and so many more sayings.  Lot of it is bullshit. We adore the baby of course, we love the women. In reality we, society that is, just plays so much big-lip service to the Youth and the Women. People who are employed as Teachers, Day-care attendants, nurses, are not valued. It is really funny (in a very sad way), when the Pandemic-COVID had people on lock-down, politicians and corporations were praising the front line workers as "The Heroes." Don't hear any of those praises no longer.  Those people, the youth working in the care industry, those Women working in the care industry earn those Eagle Feathers. Very few will ever be honored, be recognized for their achievements, their work, their worth. Never mind ever be bestowed an Eagle Feather. 

“The Eagle Feather is one of the highest honours that an Indigenous person can bestow on someone doing something great,” said local Indigenous leader Myeengun Henry. “The Eagle is the highest flying bird, the one closest to the Creator, which brings messages back to us on earth. The Eagle is very significant in Indigenous culture.”

"God, Allah, Creator, Pick me"

 I have heard the message a few times from Elders, Traditional Teachers and Indigenous people from different countries; that the Earth provides. The Creator, (God, Allah, Jehovah, etc.) is said to have provided everything people need to live. We are to exist through the provisions of the Earth. We have everything we need to live. The Atheists have it summed up when they don't believe a God, person, entity is out there granted them wishes. The Atheists have no notion about being heard by anyone other than their own ears or brain. I guess that is fine, but I wonder if they ever wish for something? 

The Earth provides everything we need, so what is the purpose in wishing for things? I think it is a natural thing to wish, to hope and maybe even to pray for something. Now whether or not those wishes come true is another thing. I really use to believe without a doubt I was looked after by some power. I believed it was my Mom's prayers for my safety which kept me alive. There were close calls where I should have been injured or died. Was it just luck, circumstance, happenstance or divine intervention? Just like when Jules and Vincent were shot at by Jerry Seinfeld. Jerry had a large handgun,  all shiny and big, with big bullets. Jerry was no more than 3 meters away, approximately ten feet for those old boomer types or Americans. Jerry emptied the gun at the two men, Jules and Vincent, but missed them completely. Either Jerry was a very, very bad shot, or an intervention took place. An intervention where a Higher-power, like the Higher-power in Alcoholics Anonymous, moved the bullets away from Jules and Vincent's heads. If the intervention didn't happen, Marvin would not have had his head explode by the bullet of Vincent's gun. 

I am sure you have your experiences or know first hand, of a situation where it was nothing less than miraculous, where someone escaped death or injury. I guess it can be a miracle. It could be luck. The thing is, how come someone is selected to beat death, or injury while others are not so lucky or worthy? For some reason the southern United States has some unlucky people. There are children being killed by people, children with assault weapons. Many of the children in those schools dodge the bullets and some don't. I guess they did not have their prayers or wishes answered. In September there are numerous reminders of the Two Towers and the people who were killed; 2977 dead. No miracle in those circumstances. In 2024, Israel in engaged in a slaughter of Palestinians. It is a Genocide and there has been no intervention, divine or United States backed. 

When being interviewed for television audiences, many politicians, athletes and other famous (and semi-famous) people will acknowledge God, Allah, Jehovah as the reason for their success. The combatants of some contest, will publicly pray for their victory. I wonder how the Great Intervenor decides who is to benefit from their intervention? In the case of the recent Genocide, I imagine it is both Jehovah and God, who are picking the winners. Where the heck is Allah? Allah is not picking for the folks, the Women, the Children who are wishing, begging and praying to be saved. 

I don't know how in the heck, the imaginary Boss lets someone die and someone live. 

Gaza Baby. 

I watched a video, it might have been an incident in India. A man is kicking, hitting a young girl, a child actually. The girl is screaming, crying, holding her arms up to protect herself. The man is ruthless in his beating of her, all the while someone is in the room video taping the beating. Her cries fill the room. I watched it. Rage, anger, extreme sadness, hopelessness just overwhelmed me. The responses from the public towards the video are as expected, people were livid. Some people expressed the desire to kill the man. No one could blame them, for feeling that way. So why is it, this visceral backlash does not apply to other children? There are Children being slaughtered, being blown-up, quite literally to little pieces, with limbs and heads torn off their tiny bodies. Still it is being supported, even celebrated by, seemingly regular people. 

I guess they are not chosen for a miracle, for divine intervention. Their wishes, their begging, their prayers go unanswered. So fuck you God, fuck you Allah, fuck you Jehovah, fuck you. 

It Was a Different Time

Her: "He kissed me, felt me up."  Him: "It was a different time." What is a different time? How do we measure the "time" when things are not different, from say today? Look at the Earth, the Earth is believed or measured to be four and half billion years old, and the universe is said to be fourteen billion years old, there about. Humans have been around for four hundred thousand years. Not sure how the Beings told on each other before speech came into usage, but between 200,000 to 50,000 years ago. Since then, people have been able to tell on those doing them wrong, you think? Not really I guess. Women were property, ethnic people were not worthy to have a voice and so many other things. So now when someone does speak up, there should be someone to listen, right? It was a different time, is actually still that time.

The voice of people is not equal, not even close. Your voice carries weight, or at least it should. Voices are not heard and weighted/measured all the same. So if a woman shares her voice on a matter, she should be be given 'benefit of doubt.' Sadly, not everyone gets the benefit. This time it will be different. 

Fuck it. I have been so stressed out lately. I am struggling with my rage, my anger, my frustration, my sadness, my hopelessness, my despair and my outlook on life. I can see the pain happening in the world, by way of social media sites. The people in the world are in trouble. Their voices have no weight. The weight of their collective voice should be listened to. That is not the case. This is not a different time. 

Been watching a lot of videos on social media and all the many voices out there. We are in a time where people are voicing about colonialism and the affects. People have much more avenues to share their voice, and there are many who voice. One voice says we are more aware of the "wider world" than ever before, and that awareness is harder on us. Ignorance was bliss at one time. The old saying of "I didn't know," was sweet. Yes, it was a different time. 

Now you know.