By Ricey Wild
What about the price of eggs?! I hate to admit that I need laying chickens because I love eating their young. I’ve just taken out three white eggs to warm up and eat with my turkey chorizo. And tortillas. Good source of protein but I digress.
The current rabid rodent in The White House has said that Native Americans are not Native to what we call ‘America’. Somebody slap me with a moose nose. It has reportedly used ICE to remove some Dine’ people from lands they have occupied since time immemorial. I am beyond rageful, on my way to Wash. D.C. to prove my bloodline.
We Indigenous people have always been here. Our DNA proves it so much that WE are The Original People as our name for ourselves declare. I can’t even get my head around Peestain’s statement. I admit I did laugh but not in agreement, but because he’s angry he bankrupted several casinos where we succeeded.
And exactly where is IT going to deport us to? I already live in the west of what our original homelands were. My people used to live on beaches where warmth and fish and critters were plentiful. Then the Pink Ones came and claimed it all and destroyed the lands. I live in Minnesota so it’s not too far from Canada, same ecosystem.
Puking. I hate puking but I am holding off until this nasty administration is out of power. I’m talking about Trumpa The Hut, who is gross, vile and only has one thing on his tiny mind – revenge. Be sure to keep your tribal cards everywhere you go on your own lands.
Propane, electric blankets and deer
Propane just showed up. Your girl here bought an electric blanket because I was soo cold!!! Tha Bugg has a fur coat but I don’t. (Sigh of relief) So do the cats. I kid you not, last week I got advice to “get another cat”. Yeah that’s awwight, but I still need propane. We elderly have slow circulation so…. Miigwech whomever, yanno I voted for you.
Also I bought my Unk two pair of thermal socks because he is a outdoor man and hunts and shares the bounty with myself and others. I really like venison round steak. Ya, marinate it with teriyaki and soy sauce. Serve with saliva.
Hey now, I’m still mad. I’m going through a lot and I deserve some kinda peace. It gets sadder when I live alone and don’t have anyone else to blame for my misery. I have to own it. I’ve never married (Oh the horror!) so I’ve never been divorced but in my isolation I feel like I’m divorced from life; my disabilities, my depression, the anxiety and PTSD. All diagnosed by professionals.
So what is an oldish Kwe (woman) to do?! I live to outlive the haters who wished me ill. I laugh and try not to fall on the floor cuz then I have to push the little button on my necklace that alerts the EMT’s that I have fallen and can’t reach my wine. Heaven help me should I fall when washing dishes. Or cleaning.
Against my better instincts I do follow the news of the day. That keeps me up to the latest horrors that may or may not affect me directly but it does on my receipts. I miss Roger Buffalohead. He was my Unk. So yeah, I continue to piss people off who have been planning and wishing for my untimely demise. Ayy! I’ll go when the time is right and not before.
That book I’ve been threatening?! It’s coming. It is all I have left but for a few more columns now. You think you know me? Naw, I know yooz better. Anyhoo-it’s been a strange life that not just anyone can survive. I have and so can you.
I’m smoking the last menthol store bought cig that cost 13.17 dollars a pack. I know, I know! I know just how wasteful it is. I have a lot of bad habits I need to rid myself of given how ancient I have become. I’m still not used to it. In my mind, I’m the younger version of me until I stand up and groan at the effort.
Much Love to you all, I am and always will be Ricey Wild.
