I’m so excited about Halloween! It’s
the only time I can wear my kitty-cat ears in public, but I’m
thinking this year I want to get painted up as a sugar skull. Yes, I
have very important things on my agenda. More than that I’m over
the moon that my life doesn’t suck right now. Sad as it is, if you
have never suffered you don’t know what life’s blessings really
are. Enjoy the good times my dear ones, enjoy!
Last month I shared a poopy story and
I have another one but I’m not the poopetrator this time. I walked
out to my mailbox and toward the end of my driveway was a huge pile
of a dark substance that looked like poop with popcorn kernels in it.
Upon closer inspection on the way back (no stack of checks to cash,
hai!) I saw the seeds must be berries. I told my co-worker Chuck
about it and he said, “Bear poop!” which is exactly the
conclusion I came to. So, if you get a question on your test “Do
bears poop in the woods?” The answer is not always. That bear
didn’t make it behind a tree either.
Whenever Indians get together of
course we ask who the other is related to and a lot of times it’s
oneself; another long-lost cousin. Another favorite topic is ‘poor
stories’ and my brother Mike W. has a doozy! He said his house was
broken into but the thieves didn’t take anything! Of course I
laughed at how pitiful that was and said they could have left you a
five dollar bill at least for a new lock. Then Mike said, “Now
here’s the kicker! All three of my guitars were pawned so they were
safe.” I know, right?
It’s a miracle to me that we Indians
have anything left after the murderous colonials thieved everything
we had. Yes, I know that not many white people alive today did much
stealing (it having already been done by their ancestors) but the
fact of the matter is that cultural mind-set is still active in this
country; that Indians can’t have anything like oh, education,
health care, decent housing, jobs and casino revenue.
Today, the Koch brothers are very busy
stealing land again and violating every environmental protection we
have and ARE GETTING AWAY WITH IT! Geez people wake up! They and
their ilk the billionaire KKK are poisoning all Americans not just
Indians this time. Oh yeah, if you are against this genocide be sure
to vote this Nov. 4 or think up some excuse for your children and
grandchildren why you didn’t do anything when you could have. No
one’s child should have to drink fracked water or GMO foodstuffs.
Talking about food I have been
conscientiously choosing food without preservatives and locally-grown
vegetables. I know I have a long way to go but I’m lucky that
Rezberry’s resource management has venison and other natural meats
for the band member’s and manoomin (wild rice) too. So when I ate
Little Caesar’s Pizza I became violently ill, I will spare yooz the
gruesome details; you’re welcome. I believe it has come to the
point where items labeled as food fit for consumption are not
eeeeven! Yuck, just ish. However, I utterly refuse to give up
chocolate and certain other goodies but I do it in moderation.
Say! That is my life motto: “I
practice moderation in moderation.” I am incapable of being ‘good’
all the time. Bo-Ring! Gotta get out there and live it up yanno? No
apologies no regrets.
Last month was of course when the
latest Cobell checks came out. I called my Gramma Rose and when she
answered the phone I acted surprised and said ‘why aren’t you
sitting outside by the mailbox? ‘We laughed together and shared a
few stories about how Indians are great for spending other people up.
XD! C’mon ya’ll, yooz have either been spent up or spent up
someone else, admit it! LOL!!! I may have committed more than my
share but I’ve been on the other side too. Oh well. I was never
meant to be rich anyway.
I’m grateful for what I have, every
day.
Twenty years ago in college I wrote a
piece about how humanity has a crucial decision to make: do we live
or do we die? If it was up to me a great big flood would be just fine
to rid our poor planet of all evils being done to her now in the name
of greed for money. Yet, despite my disgust I still have hope that
the right people at the right time will step up for our descendants
and theirs. I think ‘those people’ are us and voting is a
beginning.
Vote. Cuz I said so.
