Horse Standing Side by Side.

Driving on Trans-Canada Highway through Saskatchewan yesterday, I saw two horses standing side by side.  The horses were beautiful, big brown and one had a white face on its brown head. The other horse had a big black tail on its brown bum.

The horses were standing side by side, head to arse.

I was thinking, "hey this is symbolic, I know it is."
Symbolic of what?

I laughed at myself and thought of Donny and Melania, (as Donald called her Melanie) as they are the couple like that, face to arse.

When we think about it, face to arse is very common these days. I mean look at the politics of the world. We could be looking right at a horses arse in the leaderships of the world: Guatemala, Brazil, Doug Ford, Sweden (yes Sweden), Andrew Scheer, Benjamin Netanyahu and many others.

We could also look at some of our neighbours, colleagues, relatives or the police officer who is protecting the Pipelines of Oil.

It is all about actions, attitudes and the relative ease at which they do things with no regard for their surroundings, their community or their fellow human being.

For me I don't want may face right by your arse. Who knows when you cleaned that thing or what is going to come out of it?

The world is dying and it is rapidly dying.  Still people are denying the issue of a dying planet. There are those who actually think our next generation of people will be going to  live on the Moon or Mars. What the fuck is wrong with those people?

There are the ones with their head next to arse. The Earth is beautiful and they would let it die.
With head to arse folk, there is no reasoning with them. They have their face in someone's arse and there is no understanding that.



Head to Arse is what the world is experiencing. The world is filled with folks who are deep in the arse of no good people. Why are we letting them ruin the world for everyone else?

A Curse So Dark On You

Warning: Offensive Content. Bad Medicine.

My cousin pointed out how you can spot the people who use Bad Medicine. For you folks who don't know what Bad Medicine is, it is when a person or persons, uses the gifts out there to do some harm on others.  Of course there are nay sayers, who like to think Bad Medicine doesn't exist. Stupid arses, they must also think evil is the absence of goodness.

Anyways, getting back to the Bad Medicine explanation.  I heard some people will go out and offer some shiny stuff, like nickels, dimes to the bug spirits or some other spirit, like toads. They will send a message and name folks they want to get sick.  Those bug spirits will go searching for those folks. Sometimes they mistake a person and get them sick instead.  My cousin says, the shiny offering is seldom enough for payment by the bug spirits. Instead the bug will go and punish the person who wants to harm others. The bugs do it by targeting someone close to the bad medicine person. Many times it is the kids. The bugs, will wait for the kids to be bigger. They will turn their mouths crooked, make their foreheads get bigger and many times grow the noses. So the kids get ugly.

My cousin says if you see the parents looking normal but their kids are beastly, then you know for sure they are using Bad Medicine. It is the price they pay for their bitterness, jealousy, hatefulness, hatred and ugliness. The Curse is dark on them.

There are of course many other ways to do harm with Bad Medicine. You can unleash the ugly which hides in the deep water or is in the thick bush. The problem with unleashing the ugly, you might actually curse the wrong individual. Some Neechies are pretty smart or pretty paranoid, they take preventive measures. They will make sure when in large Neechie (Indians) gatherings, they will wear protection or put protection in their footwear. Neechies have been known to pickup needles just by walking over someone else's gear, outwear or belongings. The needle gets in their blood stream and gets them sick. You can see the sickness in their skin as it gets discoloured or breaks out. Some people will experience Bell's Palsy; the Crooked Face. The Crooked Face Bad Medicine was a well used on back in the day.  My buddy had a girl friend who had a Crooked Face. The relationship didn't last. I do not think my friend even knew his girl friend had the Crooked Face. He didn't realize it until an older lady in the Reserve asked him, "where's your girlfriend?"  He said, "What girlfriend?"  She said, "You know... the one with the crooked face."

I am cursed as well, having a big personality but light skin. Dark skinned Neechies dislike the light skinned Neechie. My friend since the Residential School in Fort Alexander is cursed with handsome looks, and brown skin.  A girl (younger woman) said to him, "Mmmm you're good looking. All brown and gravy looking."  This will never be the case for me. Instead I get the "creepy old white guy look" from the beautiful Neechie Women.

The good thing is, my curse is on me. I don't use Bad Medicine (except Gossip which is another kind of Bad Medicine) so my Kids and Grandkids are not ugly. The light skin is due to those old French Christians bastards who happened to come through our territory. Our territory was a major trade route. The result, light skinned Neechies in the Reserve. So the light skinned are not attractive but the curse is from coitus and not using the Bug Spirits.

Those of you who are ugly through no fault of your own, blame your parents, they are the ones using Bad Medicine.  Your beauty is the price they paid.

There are many people out there who only practice good medicine. They are quick to praise others. They will go out and volunteer for others. They will say good things about others. They will work at making others feel good. Those folk are everywhere. The Spirits and Ancestors recognize them and gather around them.

Dad, Are You Evil?

Dad??? Are you evil?

Holy heck this made me laugh. My oldest daughter asked me this question as we reminisced over our life.  So how did fun moments of recollection become "are you evil?" Perhaps it was the discussion over my past sins and recent actions.

I answered my daughter with "no I'm not evil." Actually I'm violent or can be violent, or have been violent. Or as I used to disguise the violence by saying "I was volatile." Like being volatile is better than label than being violent of abusive. My girl asked me if I was mad. No I wasn't mad, it was actually quite funny. I know I'm a very good individual; kind generous and thoughtful of others. Still I have a lot of faults and real ugly faults at that.  Does it mean I am no good?  To some perhaps. To me, not really.

I remember going to a film showing and panel discussion. It was held in the Winnipeg Art Gallery. The film was about the Women initiative called "Dragging the Red." The volunteers of Drag the Red are family members of missing and murdered Indigenous women, girls, men and boys, and by working together on the initiative there’s a community that’s been built around it, which shares anger, hope, and fear, said MacPherson.  The discussion panel was filled with strong women and women who had personal connection to the violence women face. Being who I am (jerk aka paachak) I chimed in with my opinions. I said we men, love our women so much that we beat them, we hurt them, and we kill them. It was a facetious comment. Anyway one of the women on the panel did not like the comment. She objected to the violence again women. She said, men who do this, don't like women, they hate them. I of course tried to explain my comments as asinine and was meant to convey how wrong women are treated. So it was not a good situation from there on. This woman who was next aisle from me thought I should sit down and stop. I was thinking, "hold on here, I'm not a monster, I thought I was on your side." I guess I wasn't. I have a lot to learn with the whole ally thing. I'm not evil, but I am opinionated and stupid. Which is still not evil. I was told to sit down but I didn't agree with the men hate women statement. I think men are stupid, ugly violent, jealous, weak, and yes, some are monsters. 

Growing up I saw violence. I think many of us have. Violence was normal. Not an excuse to keep it going though. My Dad was violent but didn't mean he hated Women, or us. I worked for a friend who I swear was one of the meanest persons I ever met. Thing was he never thought himself as mean, never-mind evil. Even at his meanest out bursts and actions I don't think he is evil, just cruel. I also know this fellow who is loved by many, but he might be evil. I do know he is selfish to a high degree. There are mean people I have known, cruel people and maybe even some evil people. I have known two vey evil individuals. One is now deceased and one currently torments the community. The thing about them is they are evil to some and friends to others. I think evil works that way.

Okay back to my girl asking me if I was evil. The question came about while we were visiting. When we were talking some stories came up as to my actions. A few stories, some a while back and some more recent recounted some of my misdeeds. In one situation, it is alleged I went into a house of Meth users and did some hurting due to violence. She said the story was upsetting because of the violence which took place.  Evil would be taking pleasure in the harming of others with violence, no matter if the outcome turned out to be funny. Is violence the gateway to evil? My girl asked if I was mad she asked if I was evil. Of course not, it was funny. Made me think about who I am.  The violence is part of who I am. It is a big part of the regret which haunts me especially when I am alone with my thoughts. It is a part, the ugly part of me.

I know who I am. I know what is evil. I'm not evil. It is quite a thing, to have your own girl ask if your are evil. It tells me violence can be seen as evil. If I don't want to be seen as evil then I should stop with the violence. I can rationalize violent acts but it still doesn't mean it is right.

I am evil to some that is true. To others I am a jerk, an arsehole, while others know me as kind generous thoughtful and good.

Sandra Bland: The Case of Uppity N*gg*er

There are many videos of people speaking up for themselves when interacting with police authority.
In some cases the police will slow down and take a moment to adjust their behaviour. Sadly this is not a common occurrence. The police officer will become more agitated and become more aggressive in many of the cases. It usually doesn't end well for the individual who is trying to defend themselves. No one is immune to the cop using their power.

Sandra Bland was stopped by a cop who turned out to be unhinged. Unhinged in his own power trip and inability to police himself. Sandra Bland's guilt was, she was a Black Woman who knew the cop was behaving badly. She spoke up for herself. She wasn't aggressive, disrespectful or rude. She just wondered about the validity of the police's stop. It was clear he didn't behave properly. The reason he didn't act professionally. He was being questioned by a Black Woman. Black people are not allowed or not suppose to speak up to authority. Bland did not fit the  submissive "yes-sir ,Black person" which white people expect and desire.  The cop saw one thing and one thing only, an "uppity n*gg*r." This attitude, this point of view of the cop is deeply rooted in the United States psyche. It is ingrained in how they see the Black person:  someone who must obey them; someone who has no right to question them. In the case of Sandra Bland, how dare she talk up for herself to this man in uniform?


The general public is keenly aware to the mindset of the White population in America; Blacks are second class citizens.  US society is well practiced in carrying out the attitude. Blacks are there for entertainment, cheap labour and looked at as the scourge of society. This attitude has deadly consequences.

Sandra Bland exposed the long held attitude. People don't say it, but they sure live by it. They don't want Black people to speak up for themselves. How dare they question the police, and the White person?

There are many examples of out of control cops. In many cases they are abusive and violent to a Black person. Doesn't matter the gender, the age of the Black person, and the circumstances.

There are examples of police showing restraint. Much of the police restraint comes when confronted by a white person.  Doesn't matter if the white person just killed a bunch of kids in a school.  A large number of Gang member bikers got into a shootout with the police, the aftermath was a casual affair.  Bikers sat around playing on their cellphones as police milled about.

The police have much patience when it comes to dealing with select members of the public. Seems that patience and restraint does not include the Black public.

The clear message by the police is they "don't want no back talk from no n*gg*rs." Talking back is going to get you arrested or shot.

For one white cop being rude and arresting a Black Professor in his own home, results with the cop rewarded with  a beer with the President of the United States.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFnF1c2Tbfw


*I do apologize for the ugly use of the derogatory term.  I am not a fan of the word, regardless of context. I use it with dread and knowledge of its ugly connotation.
The title is an attempt to challenge how comfortable the public is with hiding their attitudes.

Trying to be Kind but Losing the Battle.

Brick Top : Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGsQ2gPzAf4

The act of kindness is tested everyday. Sometimes you maybe considered the nemesis in a situation. 
We never really know how we are going to react in a situation. We want to believe we will do what is right. What is right is a moving target. 
Say your family member is peddling meth out of your home do you say something? What if the family member is being cruel to their Mom, do you let it be? 
A young man is running between cars at a stop light and is being chased by other men, and you are in your car in the midst of the action, do you lock the doors, drive away fast, or do you ask the young man if he needs help?
There are lot of things happening out there where you going to decide to do something. Some of those actions you do will be judged. Maybe even looked at as being unkind.
Its' all about context. 

Don't Play With Those Ugly White Kids

Hurts doesn't it?

Just this week a white terrorist walks into a Synagogue, while Old people, Women, Kids, were praying,  they had their backs to the front door. They were shot at with a Military style weapon by a 19 year old White Supremacist.  I believe this is the kind of the "very fine" people the US president spoke about when he referred to the Nazi's at Charlottesville. At Charlottesville, White Nazi's marched to anti-Jewish chants as they carried torches.

In New Zealand Christ Church 51 people were killed by an Ugly White Kid. The killer Live-streamed the shooting. The people were praying in a Mosque.

There are more examples of kids not playing nicely. So the thing is don't play with those damn kids.

Ugly aren't they? 

You Might Be an Arse, But At Least You're Not as Ass

Okay then, it is officially a thing, the Arse. The Arse is itchy, the Arse rises to the occasion and yes the Arse is even noble.

As a kid I don't remember remember anyone saying "the Asshole."  Asshole sounds so vulgar. Almost like it is meant to be an insult. "You stinkin' Ass."  Stinking Ass brings out visions of Sweaty, greasy messy and unkempt. While the Arse is more of a state of mind. Where you can drink pints in the corner pub with the Bishop. No one would want to be seen with an Ass. The Ass has no redeeming traits.

So why has the Ass become more and more used? Who popularized the Ass?

Time to bring back some class and use Arse. No more Ass. Sadly we are in a midst of the Ass.
Alberta, Ohio, Florida, Alabama have no shortages of Ass. The Senator of Alabama seems to be carrying out the duties of Ass in grand fashion.

Alberta wants to be the Asshole of Canada. Complete with fitting a pipe right through the sphincter and the colon. They are looking good at being the Ass: the stinking Ass, the Asshole of Canada.

The amount of Ass stuff going on is damning.

So much Ass out there it is disheartening. Still we can have some hope because there is the noble Arsehole out there. Nora Loreto is one of those Arseholes who will combat the Assholes and we should be grateful. Another real Arsehole is Ron Perlman.  I like him, he is tearing up Assholes and seems not bothered by a fallout of shit. Perlman is even comfortable rinsing out the Asshole, John Goodman. Not Mark Zuckerberg, but Rosanne Barr. Now that is one big Asshole. Speaking of Assholes, did you see Brent Kavanaugh? This guy has the stank of Faith Goldy.

One person right now who is a damn fine Arse is Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.

Right about now you are deciding on a list  of who is an Arse and who is the Ass. The Arse can be messy, yes that is true. The Ass meanwhile is just ugly, full and reeking with stank. The stench of Ass is overwhelming. It is causing hurt, pain, resentment, anger, and overall negativity. We can't keep facing the Ass. There are many many Asses to chose from. The stench is all over.

Now with the Arse we can actually breathe.  We actually can see the joy in the Arse. The humour, the sting, the witty barb and even a bit of hair. The stench is not there and that is the best thing.

So embrace the Arse, squeeze the Arse, grab it and hold onto the Arse. We need the Arse. It beats dealing with the Ass.

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Donald Trump is an asshole's asshole. He's the kind of asshole other assholes look at and say, "Now THERE'S an asshole."