Here is ‘tis the season upon us
once again. This is not my favorite time of year because of all the
distraction of Christmas holiday shopping and of course Black Friday.
Ish. The zombies will be out trying to get deals on stuff, just
stuff. Stuff they already have at that; it’s my firm belief that we
Americans are being mind-controlled by massive yet shady
corporations. They work to get us to become super-consumers, becoming
only numbers tallied in quarterly sales reports. There is no day that
goes by that the DOW or NASDAQ isn’t mentioned as a barometer for
our nation’s health.
For the record I am a human being; I
am not merely a consumer.
Whew! It feels really good to get
that out! What is the deal with everything being counted is measured
by dollars? Like when there’s a natural disaster and the news
reports “A billion dollars of damages,” then focuses on people
who build again where their homes had been destroyed? How foolish.
Money stinks. Money kills. Whole countries are invaded for money. To
me money is an agreement that we make that it has meaning; when in
the end it cannot be eaten and really is just pieces of paper that
rule our lives.
Some could say that I am bitter
because I’m poor, yes in the way that the IRS takes over half my
take-home pay I’m mad, but having had to pinch pennies has helped
me realize my own worth as a person. I don’t believe that having
more stuff than Irma and Ira Indian down the road over there makes me
a better person; in fact it would be sad if I was convinced by this
materialistic culture that was so … these days I’m motivated to
do what I think is right and the experiences I have are priceless.
My beloved friend Melissa came to
get me last month to rally against the wolf hunt in Minnesota and
everywhere. We went way up north and joined other people who care and
are disgusted with the massacre taking place upon the wolf
population. I am physically sickened by the torture our wolf families
goes through being hunted and trapped by psychopathic people. And how
is a wolf hunt a ‘harvest?’ Who eats wolves?
The truth is that wolves keep deer
herds healthy, wolves don’t take more than they need and are the
fore-canine of our beloved dogs. I look at my Mitzi and I can’t
tell that her nearest relatives are okay to slaughter just because. I
imagined a pack of Mitzi’s being pursued by ‘hunters’ and her
wondering what she ever did to them? Why are they murdering her
family? So yes, I cried and vowed to make my voice and presence
The night before the road trip I
made a sign that read “Love your dawg? Hug a wolf.” I did it
freehand so it was kinda sloppy but the other protesters liked it
even though Melissa made some fun of it. My other sign said, “Humans
are the most dangerous breed.” People seemed to like that too even
though it was very sloppy, whatever, I got the point across. ;D I am
speaking up for those who cannot speak for themselves, that’s who I
am. I admire and keep friends like Melissa because she is aware and
compassionate and takes action; that’s who she is.
Our adventure took us on a beautiful
wintery cast day to go see our friend Denise. We caught up and for a
minute were back in Minneapolis again having a great time at the
clubs. The next morning I saw a digital sign above a gas station that
flashed “FREE WTF,” I told Melissa and then looked again closer.
It actually read FREE WIFI. ;D We laughed and laughed. It felt so
good to laugh at absurdities when this life is so very sad and
unpredictable but for me laughing is truly living!
Speaking of laughter I went to a
comedy night at the local tribal college to see Tito Ybarra and got a
bonus by meeting Jon Roberts; both them guy’s are from Red Lake
Reservation in Minnesota. Tito made the audience watch some 1491s
comedy/satire YouTube videos and made us laugh at our own selves and
our culture. I absolutely recommend yooz support these talented
tricksters and by all means go see their shows. I want to see some
Indian women go for it too-but not me, I am the worst joke-teller cuz
I am one of those annoying people who can’t remember the punch line
but laugh anyway. So my fine ladies, which of you are willing to take
the stage? I’ll help out with the writing.
Happy Solstice my people! I will
definitely celebrate that day. Love, laughter n hugs! Mwah!