If you are a regular reader of this
column you must be familiar with my one of my major rants; the Bering
Strait Theory. Yeah, I become an absolute monster spewing rage and
fury anytime I come across that lie. I wrote some years ago how the
white man’s own technology would prove what Indians of Native
nations have said all along, that we were put here by the Creator as
were the animals, waters and vegetation that truly is all we need to
thrive here on Turtle Island.
So when I read that an arrowhead AND a
mastodon skull were found close to each other off the coast of
Chesapeake Bay I was all excited. Dang!!! We had some badass
ancestors hah?! Eating mastodon steaks and all! My imagination is
boggled by the idea of hunting mastodons but hey they found a way to
hunt them cuz an Indian’s gotta eat right? More articles have also
come out recently that we Indians of the Americas are genetically
similar and very different from other people who migrated out from
Africa.
TAKE THAT and roll it up in a bun you
naysayers!!! Jeez I’m smiling just big as I write this.
There is also growing evidence that
people can also inherit traumatic memories in their gene sequence and
I believe that. I also believe that we, the descendants of the few
who were left after the U.S. genocide are stronger because we have to
be. BTW, I know some very strong women on Facebook who are organizing
and yeah yooz better Wacha!!! Women will be the ones to pick up the
ugly mess made by 21st Century idiots and those with their head stuck
in the sand regarding climate change and dependence on fossil fuels.
In fact girls (yes girls!) are
inventing ways to generate power without damaging the environment. On
FB it’s called “A Mighty Girl” and I encourage all of you to
check it out because we all came from a woman’s body. Right now is
a good time to eliminate sexist stereotypes and the culture of rape.
Right now is always a good time to become a more aware, compassionate
human being.
Well I’m all over the place in this
column but I have to make sure my poopy story is included. My beloved
friend Anneh came to visit me in Rezberry. We watched the fireworks
and the next day she asked if I wanted to go to Madeline Island which
is a day trip to one of the important areas our ancestors lived. Of
course I enthusiastically said yes and off we went. Anneh wanted to
eat at a Chinese restaurant and I told her there was a little hole in
the wall Cantonese place right on the way. There was no Chinese place
and we had passed one up because I assured her… anyways …
We ended up at a café and I ordered
Eggs Benedict a favorite of mine (I love hollandaise and runny eggs).
She had a regular breakfast and we made it to Madeline Island via the
ferry; Anneh brought her car so we could tour the entire island. An
old Indian cemetery is near the water and has gravestones going back
to early to mid 1800s. Since my job is Rezberry Graves Registrar I am
very interested in all things to do with cemeteries stopping just
short of becoming a Goth. 😉 There is also a part of the island that
is a state park, Anneh said there is a lagoon and we set off walking
on a path made of boards just enough room for two people to pass.
After a bit of unwanted (by me) exercise (she conveniently left that
part out grumble grumble) she said “All this walking makes me want
to poop.”
Upon hearing the word ‘poop’ my
insides began to rumble and roar. In terror that I would poop my
pants I dropped draws by a tree that did nothing to hide me. Anneh
made it behind a tree further back but I was in sight in both
directions. Then the mosquitoes began feasting on my backside so
there I was swatting and scared some people would see me. I had two
dry Kleenexes and one I had used to blow my nose but did not want to
litter. LOL!!! Then I saw some people coming from both directions and
I hastily pulled my shorts up and tried to kick dirt over. (I guess I
am part cat). When the people got closer I pretended I was studying
the plants. I think they knew.
Oh well. At least it didn’t happen
in the protected area.
September already? Jeez I want some
more summer for another adventure or two! I promise not to order Eggs
Benedict, kay??!
