Just now as of this writing I confirmed
plans to attend the Stop the Wolf Hunt rally in St. Paul, Minn. I was
told too that I could speak! I’ll give that some thought because
this slaughter of our brother wolf is so disgusting and completely
horrid that I will probably break down and sob at the wolves’
deaths that never had to happen at all. In my estimation wolves are
necessary to the environment as water, sunlight and food. Humans are
the only creature that kills for pleasure in addition to being a
heinous scourge on our Mother Earth.
The culture of fear of wolves was
brought over by the Europeans whose domestic animals were sometimes
preyed upon. Everywhere in fables, pop culture and the current war on
wolves are blatant lies. Little Red Riding Hood and the BIG BAD WOLF,
The THREE LITTLE PIGS and WEREWOLVES are the most recognized stories
about this magnificent, family-oriented animal. As a child I was
puzzled why wolves were so awful but didn’t question it because I
was a little kid and no one told me any different. I don’t have
that blind ignorance anymore and my participation in the rally which
will have occurred before this publication is done, for now.
Horrific pictures of mighty white
hunters and trappers are being posted on the internet; they are
gruesome to see but I believe even more damaging to our collective
spirit. The so-called hunters are smiling just big in the photographs
and I want to throw up in their hairy pink faces. I get headaches and
cry thinking about it so now I’m gonna do something about it.
The first time I ever heard a wolf howl
was right here in Rezberry. In 1980 something my cousin and I were
with our grandparents staying in a little cabin on a lake. When Paw
shut off the one light source it was pitch black, so dark I couldn’t
see my hand in front of my face. Being a city girl the night was
mysterious and unfamiliar, not much later I was awakened by a wolf
howl and it was and still is the most thrilling sound I’ve ever
heard. I wasn’t afraid at all; now I’m afraid I’ll never hear
that call again. So I’m off to the big city to light up some
congressional and senatorial asses.
Then there’s always something, ennit?
The troublesome power-hungry rez rats are making a call to arms
against the legally elected members of our reservation business
committee. Just recently they disrupted an executive meeting saying
they represent 90 percent of Rezberrians, which is an outright lie
and blatantly absurd. I took it very hard to even wrap my mind around
at their claim because they sure don’t represent ME!!! Ish. Just
ish.
Regarding this state of affairs too
I’ve sat around like it’s everybody’s problem but mine and I
can’t do that anymore. The rez rats prey upon the angry,
disaffected enrollees to bolster their campaign against a working
system because they don’t get to swim in gravy like they had gotten
used to by previous administrations. Now I support and appreciate any
real concerns that affect all of our enrollees but these ones have no
proof of anything they claim of misconduct or any shady deals. No, I
believe the RBC is quite well and functional thank you and will yooz
please stop your hateful tactics and let them do their job? No? Well
that’s on yooz then and no one will thank you for any further acts
of idiocy that delay normal business which does affect all of us
never mind living up to the bad media press locally. They slurp up
any hint of scandal or Indians pointing fingers at each other.
Say! That reminds me of an incident at
the Risky Raccoon Kasino & Resort. I was playing slots, not
winning on that machine when a white guy sat down next to me. He
opened the conversation by asking if I was winning any money. I said
no, not on this one and then he said, “Well, I just wish it was
going to a good cause.” IKR? I visibly rolled my eyes at him. I
could have gone into a rant but I didn’t. I said that it is going
for a good cause. The reservation employs 2,000-plus people who buy
homes, contribute to the local economy and provide services we didn’t
get when there was no casino revenue. Dude had the small grace to
look somewhat abashed and then I got up and left.
I feel good about that episode though;
while I’m usually never at a loss for words ;D the whole thing
could have gone bad quickly, yanno? Yet another winter storm is on
its way!!! I shall name it Inkapunk.
