Hey, University of Oregon, I Wanna Ph.D.

For the thesis of my Ph.D., I would like to state that there are too many female alumni, students, and staff working for your organization, University of Oregon. My suggestion, and the basis of my thesis, is to start a sterilization program. We could have mobile units that go to dorms and classrooms telling the women they are getting gynocological exams, and then they would be sterilized. We will say it is with their permission, but they are such "inferior" beings that we really wouldn't need their permission. This is a work of humanity. We would also send out mobile sterilization units to the homes of your female alumni and sterilize them as well. I mean, we can't have too many of those fucking bastards making babies and populating this world with other assholes such as the males that head your organization.

Then, we could kidnap all of their children and force them to learn what it is like to be Indian. To have a thorough understanding of what it is like to be indian, they would have to be raped, like missionaries did to us Indian folks. Some of the kids would disappear, but that is OK, as long as there aren't anymore worthless fucking pieces of shit coming or descending out of the University of Oregon.

OK, I'd like my Ph.D. now.

You see, folks, the University of Oregon, in 1978, awarded a Ph.D. to Paul Lewis, who started the sterilization of the Akha people in Thailand (www.akha.org). For any Indians who may be reading this, the University of Oregon is helping Thailand with their "persistent Indian [Akha] problem," just like they did here in the United States of Genocide. They do this through sterilization, murder, and stealing Akha children. Sound familiar Indian folks. You know, like the U.S. sterilized Indian women and children into the '80's, and they are still stealing our children, though not on such a persistent basis as into the '80's. Remember.

And, as came out on the radio program, "Mitakuye Oyasin," yesterday, these children are also being raped, sold into slavery, killed, and disappeared. Who is doing this to these children? Why, the good Christian missionaries, of course. Nothing unusual. It has been systematic against us "inferior" races and classes for years. This is one of the many horrific things the privileged world refuses to deal with though their privilege is supported in part because of the genocidal actions of Christian organizations. This is NOT unusual, and this IS happening to the Akha RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

Yesterday, on "Mitakuye Oyasin," we had Mathew McDaniel, pictured, along with his wife Michu and their child Ah-pyoon. Thanks to Rhonda, my great and glorious sweetie who did the leg work to get these folks down to KBOO to tell their story. THANK YOU, BEAUTIFUL! We had a full house, obviously, and I think you can figure out who is who in the photos. Jim Craven was there, who is an expert in the understanding of genocide and us currently facing the Canadian Supreme Court with the Blackfoot case of genocide against the Canadians. David Liberty and Felicia are in one photo. Lewis, Ridwan, and Rhonda are in another. We were all snapping photos like crazy, and I'm sure you'll see more on our blogs and websites.

So, Paul Lewis got his Ph.D. from the University of Oregon for his thesis on committing genocide against the Akha people, and enacting it (article 2d, preventing births within the group). I have just suggested that we sterilize all female students, staff, and alumni from the University of Oregon because we don't want their inferior genes creating further suffering in this world with their privileged presence. I want my fucking Ph.D., University of Oregon! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PH.D.?!

Turns out, some of the missionaries stealing and participating AT LEAST via complicity in the rape, enslavement, murder, etc., of Akha children are based out of...OREGON! Afuckingmazing.

So the University of Oregon IS comlicit in genocide. Thank goodness for the Helms, Lugar, Hatch exemptions, eh, University of Oregon Genocidal folks?

Vietnam, Iraq and Cognitive Dissonance (Expanded)

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2007/8/28/153628/827

Vietnam, Iraq and Cognitive Dissonance (Expanded)

by James Craven

The parallels between Vietnam and Iraq are striking and mounting every day. Some of them (A to Z) are listed here.

What is really at stake in Iraq, and the main reason Bush will not leave (in addition to his monstrous ego, malignant narcissism and megalomania and not wanting to "lose" an illegal war he started--on "his" watch and to an "inferior" enemy) is what was at stake in Vietnam: The DEMONSTRATION EFFECT of a U.S. loss revealing to many potential victims and adversaries of U.S. Imperial system exactly how weak, overextended and vulnerable the U.S. imperial system really is.

Once a given war is clearly illegal by even U.S. laws and standards, there is no "optimum" or "orderly" way to end it but IMMEDIATELY and without any conditions.

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Get the rest of this amazing article at the above link!

Katrina

It is the second anniversary of the Hurricane Katrina massacre. Might as well call that what it is, too. It is proof that the U.S. still hates Black folks and the poor. It is proof that the U.S. government doesn't care about anyone and will kill whomever necessary to steal everything from everybody. I'd say more, but you can get much better work from many other sources today. I just had to get my two cents in, as it were.

The Genocidal Duo 2

I gleaned this Genocidal George quote from the Democracy Now website:Ge

"They cannot escape responsibility for aiding attacks against coalition forces and the murder of innocent Iraqis. The Iranian regime must halt these actions. Until it does, I will take the actions necessary to protect our troops. I have authorized our military commanders in Iraq to confront Tehran's murderous activities."

Bush’s comments came as U.S. troops arrested seven Iranian nationals in Baghdad. They were released hours later.

OK, OK, OK...We obviously need some context here. Who is it murdering the most Iraqi civilians? Why, that would be the U.S. and its coalition forces. Who isn't taking responsibility for its criminal actions? Why, that would be the U.S. government and its coaltion forces who are being ran by The Genocidal Duo, Dick and George.

George Bush also said: "I will take the actions necessary to protect our troops." Oddly, he could give a rats ass about them when they come home all fucked up. He reaslly is unconcerned about them in the field because, as reported by the troops, the actions of the contractors making billions off of this action put their lives in danger much more than, say, Iranians.

This is what Bush is actually saying: I, King George, with my higher King, King Dick, want the Iranian oil. We will slaughter millions of folks and displace millions of folks to get it. We will impose conditions upon life, such as bombings of their infrastructure to create great suffering amongst their people, as punishment for not handing over to me, King George, and to my Higher King, King Dick, all of their resources. We will blind the masses with lies in the media in order to gain the peoples support. The Democrats are so fucking stupid and as unaccountable as us and will take no action against us. There will be a few demos by the people who will be called in aid of the Iranians and easily propagated away in the media, which we own. So you all just get the fuck out of our way and let us start our genocidal action. Thank you, and fuck off! We're gonna kill without doing any of the killing ourselves.

King George will be asking for $50b more for his genocidal campaign in Iraq, and he will get it. The U.S. economy will collapse soon, I hope you know. Hopefully before George and Dick, The Genocidal Duo, can start their genocidal war with Iran.

The Genocidal Duo

This is a map of Iran. This is the nation that "The Genocidal Duo," Dick and George, are going to bomb as soon as they can illegally get away with it. Notice that it is a nation with cities and such. It is bordered by many other nations. It is located near the Persian Gulf, which is important, because the main thing Dick and George want to get at is the Iranian oil. This has nothing to do with the allegations of the killing of a few American troops in Iraq. Dick and George could give a fuck about the troops. I mean, if they cared about the troops, really, the troops would get the health care the need, ESPECIALLY THE WOUNDED ONES, when they come home. Dick and Georege couldn't give a fuck about the troops. Why should they? They don't have oil dripping from their bodies that Dick and George can steal and make money off of. These are just the folks they lie to and send out to do their killing for them because they are too chicken shit. (See George going AWOL and Dick the Draft Dodger). Plain and simple...The reason why Dick and George want to illegally and genocidally slaughter Iranians is to STEAL THEIR FUCKING OIL! Get over these stupid allegations of any form of humanity...DICK AND GEORGE DON'T HAVE ANY!

The current bombing plan, in my opinion, is designed to be a softening up measure due to the fact that, unlike Iraq, Iran has a standing military.

Now, Iran is going through all the UN designated hoops in order to prevent Dick and George from having an excuse to commit genocide in their nation as well...BUT DICK AND GEORGE DON'T GIVE A RATS ASS! DICK AND GEORGE WANT THE OIL! Don't get between their geocidal ideals and oil when they are an oil rich duo. The genocdidal Democrats, and Joe Leiberman (whatever the fuck he is besides "Uber Genocidal"), will be right behind our chicken shit "Genocidal Duo."




These are Iranian people. Notice women, children, men. These will be the ACTUAL targets of the bombs when it comes to directly bombing alleged "military targets." Other bombs will be dropped on sewage treatment plants, power stations, dams, water treatment plants, and an occasional accidental bombing of hospitals and schools. I say accidental because that will be the OFFICIAL LIE.

This is what your troops will be calling these beautiful people in Iran: Haji's, towel heads, sand niggers, camel jockeys, etc. This is what they currently call the Iraqi's, why should things change? These people are human beings, and our troops will do their best to dehumanize them. Why? Because it makes their participation in the illegal murders and genocide a little more palatable. A little more acceptable. Until, of course, they come home and possibly realize their immoral actions, get PTSD, and have to suffer while a nation could really give a fuck about their suffering even though they were told to do their killing for the chicken shits here who cheer them on and DON'T SIGN UP!

Tell me, do you think any of those women might be pregnant, or mothers, or sisters, or friends, or lovers, or any other form of human? Tell me, are you going to do anything to stop the genocide of these folks by "The Genocidal Duo" of Dick and George? Do you have any friends, know any pregnant women or mothers, have siblings, participate in a culture, have or know children (the children WILL NOT BE SPARED EITHER)?

I know that these words are pretty much...WORTHLESS! Rhonda and I could charge the Bastille on our own, get killed, but that would also be used as a weapon to kill our fellow folks. Any excuse to kill is a good excuse to kill for America, even if that excuse is a lie.

You may be thinking, "Huh! Stupid Red Nigger! What makes you think any of this would actually happen?" Simple, it's a clear and consistent pattern. The U.S. did it to Iraq, Afghanistan, the Phillipines, Honduras, Nicaragua, the Indians, Vietnam, the Indians, Korea, Palestine, etc.

Two things will surprise me:

a) the masses actually get up and stop "The Genocidal Duo" from their impending illegal and genocidal war.

b) "The Genocidal Duo" don't actually bomb thousands of people to DEATH in Iran so they can illegally get at their oil.

Nuff said...FOR NOW!

Akha

Thanks to the wonderful work of Rhonda B., my wonderful Sweetie, we may be having some of the Akha folks she posted about on her blog on "Mitakuye Oyasin" this Thursday, August 30, from 1:30 to 3:00pm PST. Currently Akha children are being kidnapped by missionaries and women are being sterilized, both acts of genocide under the UN Convention. Tune in to KBOO, or all you folks all over the world can catch KBOO on the web. Then...LET'S DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS BULLSHIT!

Faceless

"Sent to me by a Vet for Peace--yet another example of why nonviolent demonstrations are transparent and not anonymously hiding behind face masks of any sort. When I say to our sisters and brothers who wear bandanas over their faces that I don't believe they are police infiltrators but that they may as well be when they practice concealment, this is yet more evidence to buttress that argument."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAfzUOx53Rg&NR;=1

Recently, the "King of Peace" related a statement (see above) on a local peace listserv insinuating that Black Bloc Anarchists should not wear masks in public forums. What made this man who has no admiration for these folks proclaim such an authority over these folks who, undoubtedly, think the idiot is rather absurd? Why, it was a video of some Canadian coppers dressed as Black Bloc'ers in a protest in Canada, one carrying a stone (see above link). How did the folks know these were copper infiltrators trying to start a riot so the cops could create a bloody mess and terrorize the populace into staying home and keeping their mouths shut? Why, they were just a few feet from riot coppers. What do riot coppers do when they see a masked figure carrying a stone? Why, they see how many blows they can get away with and still not murder these folks. But they did nothing to this masked figure, and it was admitted later by the glorious coppers that, yes, indeed, they did beset these coppers into the crowd, but not to start riots...honest.

If you believe the Canadian coppers are a bunch of honest folk, I'm sure you could find out different by watching the documentary of the 1995 attempt to murder a bunch Red Niggers practicing their religion on their unceded lands known as, Gustafson Lake. One of the coppers turned coat and gave a video to the media showing the cops planning out how they were going to manipulate the media into telling the lies they were spreading. Good folks, coppers...NOT!

So, after this video of the piece of shit Canadian coppers trying to start a riot so they could terrorize the folks into shutting up and staying home and putting up with whatever empire wants to shove up their ass so the ultra elite can have more money and power, the "King of Peace" is letting the Black Bloc'ers know that "His Greatness" is very displeased with his "non-followers" ("groupies", if you will) wearing bandannas over their faces because the coppers here in Portland, who are known for killing people for not using their turn signals or speaking English, can infiltrate the masses and start riots to terrorize the populace. Of course, this makes absolutely no sense.

Women coppers could walk down the streets with a sign and a rock in their pocket. Man coppers could wear a tie die shirt and have a rock in their pocket and not even need a mask. They don't need to wear a mask to infiltrate. Heck, Portland coppers don't even need an excuse to become violent. They can make one up later to be co-oberated by their fellow coppers and accepted usually without question by a judge. If the issue of infiltration concerns you, why not try to stop the coppers from infiltrating? Why not talk with the coppers? Why blame the victim? Well, because he hates Black Bloc'ers for not following "His Greatness" and ONE AND ONLY true Ghandian plan for Peace, that's why. Why not carry mutual respect for each other and the tactics we choose to use? Because, according to Rhonda, that would be an attack on his dogma and not award the "King of Peace" {and others like him) the attention they so greatly believe they deserve.

And I Love this little diddy at the end of his post:

"NOTICE: Due to Presidential Executive Orders, the National Security Agency may have read this email without warning, warrant, or notice. They may do this without any judicial or legislative oversight. You have no recourse nor protection save to call for the impeachment of the current President."

I have this to say to this...Hey NSA folks. Stop committing your crimes for the empire, turn coat, and come to this side of the folks. We could sure use your help. Pass this message on to your other intelligence (hahahaha..."intelligence") folks, and let's all have a party bringing down the empire so the killing will stop.

Hey, Black Bloc'ers. I admire your bravery and the fact that you put your bodies on the line. I have never seen you folks do anything but be peaceful and give the finger to the man, as it were.

To you elder women, like the Surge Protection Brigade, I admire your work. You, too, put your bodies on the line for your beliefs. The coppers have a tendency to treat you all nicer because you don't wear bandannas or black clothing and are just as peaceful and confrontational as your Black Bloc'er allies.

To all the dogmatic "Kings of Peace" TELLING people how to be peaceful and never listening...FUCK OFF! Quit doing the man's work for him you stupid fucking peckerwoods!

That said, I guess this really wouldn't be a good time to bring up the question of armed struggle again, eh?

St. John's Bridge Series

I finally finished posting "The St. John's Bridge Series" to my "Pudgy Indian Photo's" blog. It was very labor intensive. I took the series on Thursday, August 23.

The series is done in 19 chapters. I hope it is not overwhelming.

Here is a little taste.

Dick and George's Soon to be War With Iran

So, it should be generall accepted by now that Dick and George will indeed be bombing the shit out of Iran soon. They will follow their clear and consistent pattern of slaughtering UNCOUNTED civilians. They will bomb and destroy infrastucture; dams, powerplants, roadways, etc. So, here are a few questions:

How many pregnant women to you think Dick and George will murder?
How many children 0-5 years do you think Dick and George murder?
How many children 6-12 years do you think Dick and George murder?
How many teenagers do you think Dick and George murder?
How many women do you think Dick and George murder?
How many men do you think Dick and George murder?
How many elders do you think Dick and George murder?
How many Iranians do you think will suffer and or die after the bombing campaing of Dick and George due to the destruction of infrastructure?
Do you know any pregnant women, children ages 0-5, children ages 6-12, teenagers, men, women, or elders?
How do you feel about these folks?
How do you think Iranians feel about their folks?
How would you feel as some foreign nation slaughters your folks?
Do you think Venezuela will keep to their promise of cutting off oil shipments to this empirical nation?
What do you think that will do to this nation?
How will that effect your folks?
Do you think China will get involved considering they get a lot of oil from that nation?
Do you think that will have little effect on you? No effect on you? A lot of effect on you?
If you could choose which Iranians get to be murdered and which ones wouldn't, which ones would you choose? [Hint: During the spear fishing struggle of the Annishinabe in the Great Lakes region, folks would wear t-shirts that stated: "Save a walleye, kill an Indian. Save 2 walleye, kill a pregnant Indian].

Anyone want to take on the task of answering one or more or all of these questions?

Can't Sleep

It's about 12:45am. I've been awake since about midnight. Can't sleep. Too hot. Then things start popping into my head.

I did a photo shoot of the St. John's Bridge yesterday. I walked across it, and at times, it was quite scary and exhilirating. Doing these types of things help to keep me sane in this insane world. It was an excellent metaphor for civilization. The bridge, the most beautiful in Portland, if you will, seems like an anomoly and like it shouldn't be where it is placed. It connects St. John's, a less popular neighborhood that is in the beginning stages of gentrification, to the industrial side of Portland. It was an interesting journey and an odd mix of triumph and tragedy as the details are telling about civilization. It was fun, though.

The Akha people that Rhonda posted about are mostly on my mind. We watched a YouTube video where an Akha woman talked about how American missionaries are stealing their children and placing them in boarding schools. This is an act of Genocide, article 2e, forcible transferral of children from one group to another. Also, if the good old boarding schools continue in their same patterns, which no doubt, they are...then they are also systematically (with the knowledge of the state and all agencies involved) raping and prostituting children. This is a pattern they have enacted all over the world in dealing with the children of indigenous and the impoverished.

I also have our wedding in my mind and heart. We are doing a lot of work to get all finalized, and everything is falling into place.

I will also be teaching a class on blogging in a media exchange type of thing Saturday. I think that is kinda funny considering how easy it is. But it will be fun, and Felicia will be with me.

Rhonda is going down to the river this weekend and taking her daughter, Rachel, with her. I'm gonna miss her and I pray she has a great time and takes lotsa pictures.

The last thing I remember before waking up was seeing a business man or lawyer stepping out of a New York building. He had graying curly hair and a beard and mustache that were trimmed. He was wearing a long black coat, not buttoned up. He was carrying a briefcase and looking around in a circle at the city he could now observe without being confined in his office. He was thinking what a great city it was, but suddenly got this hint like he was missing something, being deceived or lied to about or by this city or possibly lying to himself. He just started getting that seed. This wasn't a dream, more like a thought form.

I sure Love Rhonda and am looking so forward to marrying that wonderful human being woman.

Life is good! It aint so good for the Akha.

New Blog

I started a new blog for my photos. There are many photos I haven't published here that I liked because I don't want to crowd this with too much of that work. So, I thought doing a new blog and directing you all too it would be helpful in avoiding distracting from the work that gets done here. Felicia, her friend Fallon, and I, crossed the Burnside Bridge in which I did another photo essay of. If you want, check it out. This is my personal favorite of that essay. The blog is called Pudgy Indian Photos.

Now, before you go any further, go to Rhonda's Blog and read her very important post, "Formula for Genocide." Now, G'WON! GIT!

STOP!

Go directly to Rhonda's Blog and read "Formula for Genocide."

Coyote and the Huckleberry Sisters

Two weekends ago, Rhonda, Felicia, and I went huckleberry picking.

When we came back, the bags that Rhonda and I had picked disappeared, and we were left with the small amount Felicia had picked. When things happen that don't have a clear explanation such as that, I always believe Coyote had a hand in it.

Coyote is a Trickster. He likes playing tricks. When Coyote has played tricks in my life, it has always been with an important lesson for me and or whoever may have been involved.

Rhonda has been looking to give her parents a Pendleton blanket, and while researching on the internet, she came across "Coyote and the Huckleberry Sisters." Right then, I knew I had to buy the blanket for us to cuddle under on our wedding night.

Here, you see Rhonda hold the blanket up for me to take pictures with my really cool camera.

Following, is the legend of Coyote and the Huckleberry Sisters. Turns out to be from Rhonda's people, the Karuk. Coyote's tricks usually backfire, and as Coyote, of course, took all the credit for bringing us fire to make malatov cocktails with to throw through windows of...uhhh..., we all know that he had a lot of help, especially from his Huckleberry Sisters.

I Love you, Rhonda.

How Coyote Brought Fire To The People

A Karok (Karuk) Legend

In the beginning, the animal people had no fire. The only fire anywhere was on the top of a high, snow-covered mountain, where it was guarded by the skookums. The skookums were afraid that if the animal people had any fire they might become very powerful as powerful as the skookums. So the skookums would not give any of the fire away to anyone.

Because the animal people had no fire, they were always shivering, and they had to eat their food raw. When Coyote came along he found them cold and miserable.

"Coyote," they begged, "you must bring us fire from the mountain or we will one day die of all this cold."

"I will see what I can do for you," promised Coyote. As soon as the sun came up the next morning, Coyote began the long and difficult climb to the top of the mountain where the skookums kept the fire.

When he got to the top he saw that there wrinkled, old skookums, all sisters, guarded the fire all day and all night, each taking a turn. While one kept watch the other two ate and slept in a lodge nearby. When it was time to change the watch the one at the fire would go to the door of the lodge and call out "Sister, get up and guard the fire."

At dawn, the skookum who had been watching the fire all night was always stiff with the cold and she walked very slowly through the snow to the lodge door to call her sister. "This is the time to steal a brand of the fire," thought Coyote to himself. But he knew, too, that he would be chased. And he knew that even though the skookums were old they were swift and strong runners. Coyote would have to devise a plan.

Coyote thought and thought, but he could not come up with any plan. So he decided to ask his three sisters who always lived in his stomach in the form of huckleberries to help him. They were very wise, and they would tell him what to do.

At first, Coyote’s sisters were reluctant to help him. "If we tell you," they said, "you will only say that you knew it all along."

Coyote remembered that his sisters were afraid of hail and so he called up into the sky, "Hail! Hail! Fall down from the sky."

This made his sisters very afraid. "Stop!" they called. "Don’t bring the hail down. We will tell you what you want to know."

Coyote’s sisters then told him how to steal the fire and get it down the mountain to the people without getting caught. When the had finished talking, Coyote said, "Yes, that was my plan all along."

Coyote then went to see the animal people. He called everyone together, as his sisters had directed, and told each animal Antelope, Fox, Weasel, Beaver, Squirrel and the others to take up certain places along the mountainside. When they were all in place, they stretched in a long line from the top of the mountain all the way back to the village.

Coyote climbed back up the mountain and waited for sunrise. The old skookum who was watching the fire had keen eyes and she saw him. But she thought it was just an animal skulking around looking for scraps.

At dawn the skookum left the fire and walked slowly over to the lodge door. "Sister, get up and guard the fire."

Just at that moment Coyote sprang from the bushes. He seized a burning brand from the fire and ran away as fast as he could across the snow. The three skookums were right behind him in an instant. They were so close they were showering Coyote with the snow and iced they were churning up in their fury. Coyote was running as fast as he had ever run in his life. He leaped over cracks in the iced and rolled part way down the mountain like a snowball, but the skookums were right behind him. so close behind that their hot breath scorched his fur.

When Coyote finally reached the tree line, Cougar jumped out from his hiding place, snatched up the fire brand and raced away just as Coyote fell flat on his face from exhaustion. Cougar ran all the way to the high trees where he gave the fire to Fox. Fox raced until he came to the heavy undergrowth where he gave the fire to Squirrel. Squirrel ran away through the trees, leaping from branch to branch. The skookums could not go through the trees so they planned to catch Squirrel at the edge of the woods. But Antelope was waiting there to get the fire from Squirrel, and Antelope, who was the fastest of all the animals, bounded away across the meadow. One after another, each one of the animals carried the fire, but the skookums stayed right behind them.

Finally, when there was only a glowing coal left, the fire was passed to Frog. Frog swallowed the hot coal and hopped away as fast as he could hop. The skookums were almost on top of him when he dove into a deep river and swam across to the other side. The youngest skookum had already leaped across the water and was waiting for him. As soon as he landed, Frog saw what had happened and jumped between the skookum’s legs and bounded away. An instant later the skookums were on him again and Frog was too tired to jump. So he spat the hot coal out on Wood and Wood swallowed it. The three skookums stood there not knowing what to do. None of the could figure a way to take the fire away from Wood. After a while they left and went slowly back to their lodge on the top of the mountain.

Coyote then called the animals together and they all gathered around Wood. Coyote, who was very wise, knew how to get the fire out of Wood. He showed the animals how to rub two dry sticks together until sparks came. Then he showed them how to collect dry moss and make chips of wood to add to the sparks to make a little fire. Then he showed them how to add small twigs and pine needles to make a bigger fire.

From then on, the people knew how to get the fire out of Wood. They cooked their meat, their houses were warm, and they were never cold again.

Like Crazy August Weather, Sometimes It Just Happens That Way

Rhonda and I went Huckleberry picking yesterday.

On our journey there, we discussed moving from this house into somewhere with nature, our wedding (which WAS still not completely formulated at the time), and this crazy August weather.

Rhonda joked that she was half expecting to see icycles hanging from the berries, it was so gold and rainy. We both got soaked. I got so cold I went back to the truck before Rhonda was done. Rhonda had raingear and nice boots, but didn't put the pants on until after she got soaked.

So we're heading back discussing where we might possibly have the wedding. We decide on a few places. We decide on a few folks we'd like to officiate.

When we got into Stevenson Washington to eat, the sun comes out. This has been some Crazy August Weather. What's fall and winter gonna be like.

We get home and Rhonda makes the call to the man we want to do the ceremony. Yep, he is legal schmegal but is busy on September 23, the day we want to have the wedding. We talk about changing the date, Rhonda calls back to find out how he would do the ceremony, and he mentions he can do it from where he is going to be at...at a ceremonial grounds where they will have an encampment as he puts a man on the mountain.

Suddenly, it all FALLS INTO PLACE.

But wait, there is a bit of a funny story that goes with this whole thing. Some of you all may have heard it:

12 years ago, I danced before the tree. Nuff said about that.

Last year, in the first month or so of Rhonda and I being together, we went to a ceremony. The officiator, Tim, a man Rhonda is close to, and I, kept looking at each other thinking we knew each other from somewhere. He kept talking about this one Sundance where it was so hot out, 120 degrees on a few days, dancers were falling out left and right, etc. He gave a few details, and it sounded familiar. We discovered we were at the same dance. Then he informed me that he was the one who cut me.

Now, Tim is going to be the man of officiates our wedding.

There are many MANY more connections I could write about, but it all seems to just fit together so perfectly now, and all with just one phone call.

I Love you Rhonda Baseler. You are the AWESOMEST!

Oh, and I didn't take any pictures yesterday, and I even informed the Wonderful Rhonda B. that I Love her...EVEN MORE than my camera.

Life's a Beach

When Rhonda, Felicia, and I went to the powwow, we all took a buncha pictures that I hadn't had time to publish.



Here are a couple of shots of the Super Fine, Rhonda B. Not only is she beautiful, she is a Revolutionary with a big heart. She is the mother of two wonderful adult children, owns a bitchin' Ford Ranger pick-up, etc. My favorite thing about Rhonda is she has an ancestor that took revenge on a man that humiliated her, killed him witht he help of a few brothers, then ate his heart...YEAH! THAT IS SO SEXY!

What are you doing the rest of my life, Rhonda?

A three way camera stand off! Kinda remind you of "Reservoir Dogs?" ...maybe not, but you get the picture...WE DID!

I shot these kids from about 200 yards out. Not bad, eh? I sure Love my camera.

Some pelicans flying close to the shoreline, shot from about 250 yards out. I'm tellin' ya, I seriously Love my camera.

Felicia in the pink FBI [Fabulous Beautiful Indian] hoody I got her at the powwow. Doesn't she look like she smelled something funny?

SHE DID! Rhonda and I kept teasing her when I took this picture, asking if she could see Uranus, at which point I would jokingly yell out..."We can!" Hopefully she will forget about this when I am old and she chooses the home she is going to send me to.

And Then There Are Days Like Today...

Yesterday, I worked 14.25 hours. On the drive home from Eugene, there was an accident requiring Life Flight. Seemed to be great entertainment for the masses as many chose to remain piled in a bunch just to get a look as well as folks parking and walking out on the overpass.

This delayed me enough to hit the worst of the daily traffic in Portland. I was so exhausted, I got home, showered, and fell asleep waiting for Rhonda to return from her visit with Eli.

When I go to Eugene, it is constant work until lunch, when I nap so I don't get the nods on the way home and drive off the road or run into another vehicle and possibly requiring Life Flight, etc.

And then there are days like today.

I got to Fred Meyer Tigard, my 4th drop, and had to wait for an hour and 40 minutes before their doors opened. During that time I wrote a poem [to follow], thought many good thoughts about Rhonda, thought about how Yeti took a flying leap at me when I closed the door before he could get out, thought about work, possibilities of moving, picking huckleberries today.


I saw this sign and just had to take a picture.

I thought this sign was funny, compared to the racist signs we've been seeing around town.

And then, of course, later in the day, I did indeed "bump ahead." It just happened to be mine. Always remember to push the roll up door on the back of the truck ALL THE WAY UP when unloading.

Here is the poem, with accompanying photo taken shortly after its writing.



A SUNRISE ON ANOTHER DAY OF WORK

I sit here
in a truck
on an asphalt parking lot
not far from the earth
always far from the earth.

The sun will rise soon
and work will continue
in its metre,
an attempt to steal this life
as its own
an extracted human resource
to be discarded
without a second glance
when my usefulness
TO THEM
is done.

The sun will rise soon
on the cloudy horizon
over manicured trees
and landscaping
parking lots
asphalt roads and buildings
not far from the earth
always far from the earth.

Although I'm tired
my heart is strong.
This is just temporary
a survival necessity
depending on how one
defines
survival.

And what is to come
as I feel the earth tremble
from traffic
and change?
Always close by,
never far away.

I cannot predict the future...
the future belongs to
ALL OF US!

CRASH!

The stock market has been fluctuating so heavily that the Federal Reserve had to step in and they are lowering interest rates. I found this article from the Guardian UK.

Now, if there is anything I have learned in this world, it is what you are not being told. Mind you, you probably are not hearing about the potential CRASH in American news, but even in foreign news, what aren't we hearing?

They say housing loans are what are bringing in this heavy fluctuation...yeah...right. Like when I first heard about Howard and the Aborigines, I knew something was up, and that it was most likely a land grab, which it turned out to be.

I believe the stock market fluctuation has to do with a downturn in the economy due to the excessive illegal wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and the potential war with Iran (even potentials cost a lot of money). Jobs are disappearing into third world countries with no labor restrictions. Social safety nets are disappearing. They buying power, as it were, of the average U.S. citizen seems to be decreasing as the prices of houses inflates to outrageousness (Rhonda and I have been talking about this frequently, seeing tiny houses in our neighborhood going for upwards of $300,000).

Hold on tight, folks, this is only the beginning. So far they are holding back the crash, but they don't have enough tools when the general buying power of the public is being reduced and our economy is going overseas into illegal wars and our health care wealth is being sucked up by CEO's in the "Health Care Industry."

I smell smoke...and I'm hearing that violin playing a little bit louder.

Fry Bread Mix and Human Remains

Yesterday was quite the amazing day!

Rhonda, Louis, and I did "Mitakuye Oyasin" radio program, which was fun. I played a lot of fight songs and it is good having Rhonda on. We discussed pretty much all the stuff we've been discussing on this blog as well.

On the way out to the TV show, Rhonda and I stopped off at the Grocery Outlet on Division in Gresham and found "Sioux Fry Bread Mix" from Lisa Little Chief Specialty Foods. We thought it was just another racist exploitation at first, but then I remembered hearing something about this. We got to MCTV and looked it up on the internet, and sure enough, it is legit.

This man, standing between David Liberty and I, is Harvi Hood. This picture was taken a few minutes after the show was over. Harvi has an ancestor, a great great grand uncle named Curly Haired Jack. He was Modoc and fought with Captain Jack, but didn't make it to the Lava Beds for the final battle. Captain Jack, for those of you who don't know, was the leader of the Modoc during the Modoc war. The Modoc's were friendly, then the U.S. decided to finish the job, and the Modoc fought back. This fight lead to the Lava Beds in Southern Oregon, where the Modoc held off the U.S. military for 8 months. Their water was cut off and that was what lead them to surrender. How man masses of Modocs were fighting back to hold off the U.S. government for so long? 11 warriors. 11! Amazing!

Anyway, Harvi had a rough life, now around 60. He and his wife eventually became hairdressers and they own a shop here in downtown Portland at 1625 SW Morrison.

But wait, the story doesn't end there and now I have to hurry my ass as I was called in early to work to do the Eugene route. F***!

Three years ago, Harvi got a letter from the Smithsonian Institute. Basically it said: Hi, we have one of your ancestors. His name is Curly Haired Jack. His head is missing. We'd like to return his remains to you.

Harvi and his brother Julian recently went to DC to pick up the remains of Curly Haired Jack. They have yet to rebury the body as much discussion is going on as to how exactly that should be done.

The only other story that I know of that compares to this, yet not, is one a friend of mine told me. He had a 22 year old son show up at his door step that he never knew he had.

Well, best get my ass a movin'!

PS Rhonda and I went back to the Grocer Outlet to buy a bunch more of that fry bread mix. On the way out, we ran into Jim and Kelli, the producers of "Native Nations." They were heading in to buy some and worried we bought them out, laughing all the way. We didn't, which made them happy.

Kelli had told us a story that she was doing video for the ANPO encampment for some 8 nonths near Mt. Hood. She was getting teased by the folks that she never learned to cook fry bread. Now's her chance!

Olympic Style Genocide!

The Olympic committee wouldn't deliberately commit genocide? Would they? OF COURSE THEY WOULD! There is vast amounts of money to be made from the Olympics, and if a group of indigenous folks have to pay by having their sacred sites and gathering sites destroyed by the excessive construction...SO BE IT!

Turns out that the 2010 Olypics will be destroying many indigenous sacred and gathering sites in Canada. The Native Youth Movement is calling for a boycott of the 2010 Olympics due to this...monetary oversight. But there again, not like Indians are really humans, huh!

For more information or to join the Anti-Olympic Coalition contact:

Native Youth Movement
nymcommunications@hotmail.com
(604)682-3269 ext. 7845 or

Warrior Publications
Warrior-Publications@hotmail.com

NYM Communications
NATIVE YOUTH MOVEMENT
FIGHT FOR LIFE
WARRIORS UNITE FROM ALASKA TO ARGENTINA

Land O Racism

Sweetly, I got off of work after only 6 hours today...F*** YEAH!

But before I got off of work delivering produce, I found this box at one of the restaurants and had to take a picture.

This is "Land O Lakes" food products, and they use this racist/sexist logo. You see, Indians are supposed to dress a certain way. This particular Indian woman is dressed in plains Indian fashion. Though probably supposed to represent Annishinabe, she is really pan Indian or plains. But this is a Hollywood style stereotype, and yes, racist.

The box photo is even funnier, if you will, considering it is for "half and half." We've been talking about mixed bloods, and the Indian woman portrayed in this stereotype logo is obviously mixed blood as well.

To me, the fact that she is on her knees is SEXIST. She is supposed to be submissive to the master, serving, if you will. A sexist stereotype I don't much appreciate.

Now, this is NOT the only racist stereotypes I see during my work delivering produce. I also see names like: chief, chieftain, and big chief. These usually have the Hollywood plains Indian stereotype logo.

This is a very important issue. You see, all this piles up to DEHUMANIZATION. It is not the ONLY source of dehumanization and humiliation of Indians by any means. It is a piece in the vast wall of oppression, genocide, rape, murder, economic destruction, environmental destruction, etc. This type of racism is INDEED destructive.

That is why the folks from South of the border made Frito's give up their "Frito Bandito." That is why blacks made "Black Sambos" quit using their racist logos. This is important. Don't downplay this. This is a piece of a greater system. A horrifying empire that occupies Indian land. This horrifying system is ran by the U.S. globally destructive empire. This is a piece of the system, and it doesn't stop there, and YES...I do know that.

Work is Kicking My Ass!

Work, yesterday, was rather labor intensive, as Tuesday's have been lately for me, but only lasted a sweet 8 hours.

I come home, take a shower, and Rhonda suggested I look for a job in Salem as we are again intending on getting our asses out of this noisy neighborhood. Next thing I know, I can't read. I can't focus on the words, though with effort I could read the words but not completely comprehend. Rhonda told me I didn't look well and should probably take a nap. A three hour nap later!...

I realized yesterday that I am indeed exhausted. I start my day between 3 and 4 in the morning which gives me the wake up time between 1:30 and 2:30 am. I drive to Eugene on my long days, which is an 11-15 hour day. I shouldn't stay up past 7 but often do because I feel like I'm missing out on life. I have split days off, Thursday and Sunday. I never fully recover from my work with that brief time.

Yesterday, I realized I need a month off. But where the f*** do I think I live? Europe!? This is America where humans are resources to be worked until DEAD!

This has really been rough on my short-term memory. One of many examples I could give you from just this morning is as I was tying my shoes, I forgot that I had tied my left one and went to tie it again.

Rhonda gave me a wonderful back rub yesterday, and we got to talking about abuse. This is like a re-enactment of my abuse. Abuse victims often do this shit. Recovery is a PROCESS. It doesn't simply heal then go away. You often have to work it and it often works its way into your life without you being aware of it. My work is abusive to me.

This, in the last several work days, has produced sloppy work on my part. I'm f****** exhausted. I'm still doing damned good work, just making more mistakes than usual.

Hey, Ridwan! I forgot to e-mail you! We're going huckleberry picking this weekend. Unless you want to join us in the Giff on Sunday, we may have to postpone getting together until next week sometime. Good health to you, too, brother!

Where was I...shit, I forgot. Work is killing me.

Be sure to read the several other posts I made, I've been up since midnight 30 because I couldn't go back to sleep. I figured I'd catch up on my posting. Still far from catching up on my reading. Maybe this afternoon?

Divide and...?

Rhonda, Felicia, and I all went to the Siletz Powwow on Saturday. We ran into family from both sides, which was nice. We also saw this wonderful hoop dancer and the game of "Shinny" being brought back for the first time to the Siletz. It is a stick game played with two balls tied with a string. The idea is to touch the opposite teams goal post with the balls. What was great was the older kids would let the younger kids scrimmage for the balls quite a bit. Boys and girls were both playing. Thank you Carol Logan for your efforts in bringing this game back to our folks.

When Rhonda questioned a friend about Dennis Banks and AIM, this man had nothing good to say about these folks. He brought up Dennis' many kids many of whom he claims Dennis has never paid child support on and is still wanted as such. He also stated that AIM were poverty pimps and stole from the elders. He also claimed that the violence on the rez's was started because of AIM, not the Native oppressors who wanted to be more like whitey.

Truth is, I've read that there had been Indian on Indian violence, between traditionalists and the sell-outs since pretty much the rez system began. I've read about how Indians hunted down, and in many cases killed, Indians performing traditional ceremonies back in the day when such "freedom of religion" was ILLEGAL! Not, of course, taking into consideration racism, sexism, spousal abuse, child abuse, Indian on Indian violence, etc., has been rampant on pretty much all rez's to this day. Saying AIM brought the violence is pretty much like blaming the victim. Of course, my slow mind didn't think of these things until yesterday.

That said, this man is also doing work with Dino Butler. Dino was one of the two men aquitted for killing the two FBI agents that Leonard Peltier is doing life for, for reasons of self-defense. Dino was also a member of AIM back in the day, and I don't recall any stories of poverty pimping and stealing from elders of this man. Hmmm!

Then...the director of "Native Nations" TV show, of which I am one of the hosts, had invited Rob Robideaux to be on the show to talk about his art this Thursday. I've been living life half awake lately, but when I first heard about this I was concerned but just didn't take any action. Rob was supposed to come down and talk about his art. However, for those of you who don't know, Rob was the OTHER of the two defendents in the case of the killing of the two FBI agents beside Dino Butler.

The thing about AIM these days is that pretty much all have been accused of being FBI informants by other AIMsters with absolutely no evidence to substantiate these allegations. Recently, Rob accused John Trudell in a Portland Indy Media article of being an FBI informant. Divisive!

The story I'm hearing going around is this. About 10 years ago, I did an interview with Dino Butler. He talked about how Rob Robideaux wanted him to go along with the Mr. X fiasco (a man calling himself Mr. X claiming to be the actual killer of the agents but never showing his face) in an attempt to free Leonard Peltier. Dino said he told Rob that the only way they will get Leonard out of prison was with the truth, not lies, and Dino refused to play along. My understanding is that Rob and Dino no longer speak to each other, but that is unsubstantiated as of yet, as I plan on talking with Dino once I get is phone number.

I've heard, too, that John Trudell had something to do with Oliver Stone not making the movie about Leonard Peltier. Rob Robideau was supposed to be a consultant on the film, and I guess it had something to do with the Mr. X bullshit and John wasn't going to play along.

So I cancelled Rob being on the show. I may have to do the talking directly. David Liberty is scrambling for a CRITFC guest, and all shall be well.

But folks, look at this shit, would you! All this great energy going into pointing fingers at each other, tearing down each other, etc. We are doing "the man's" work for him so he doesn't have to. We greatly outnumber "the man," but hey, he's harder to get than say...EACH OTHER!

So Rhonda and I were joking about how "Native Nations" would become the "Jerry Springer Show" of the Native world with Rhonda claiming she just might be the first one throwing a chair after she does more research (CAN YOU ALL SEE WHY I LOVE THIS WOMAN SO MUCH!).

So, violence is still happening on the rez's and in the cities, though with "a kinder gentler machine gun hand" as Neil Young might say. And what is the best we can get out of our communities? Divisiveness? Yet...look at the Beauty!

Look at that hoop dancer. Shinny has been reintroduced to the Siletz Nation! There is so much Beauty in our communities, and so much REVOLUTIONARY energy! If we'd just stop beating ourselves and our community members up, maybe we would find ourselves FINALLY storming the Bastille!

Lower Falls

This is Lower Falls in the Gifford Pinchot.

This place, my brothers and sisters, is indeed a blessing from the creator and earth mother. I have purposely kept out my detailed pictures. If you want to see this place, it takes some effort in finding. It is easy to get to, but definitely no tourist destination, thank goodness. That helps preserve the Beauty.

The first time I saw this place was with my previous wife, the verbal abuser. I could hear the falls long before we got to them, and when I saw them...absolute amazment. It is an amazing place.

I wanted to take Rhonda there, who had never been before, to share in the amazement, and joyfully, it was my weekend with Felicia (who had been there before but forgot), so she came along as well.

We all had a great time taking numerous photographs (see Rhonda's blog, as well). We wandered down to the river and hung out on a flat rock formation that jutted into the river.

Rhonda pulled out her flute and started playing. Not long afterward, not 10 yards from us down river, a little river otter, a baby one, plopped into the water from the bank, paused to look at us, then scurried quickly (with a funny stumble) back onto the bank and into its hiding place/home. I didn't get my camera out quick enough to take a picture before the sweet creature disappeared.

We ended our journey with a little sign re-creation alla Rhonda. Indeed, dams are genocide, and if you want to know we aren't just talking out of our asses, read the UN Convention.

What a beautiful Beautiful day it was and what a wonderful way to spend the day with two wonderful people, Rhonda and Felicia. Thank you both so much.

Now, on to Huckleberry Picking!

Indians Doing What Indians Do

We went huckleberry picking. The fields where we picked were already pretty picked over, but there were plenty of ripe juicy berries to be had.

Picking huckleberries is a time consuming event. It takes a while to get a good amount, especially if you spend much of your time eating them right off the bush...mmmm mmmm!

We decided to go back next week and do some more picking as there were still a lot of berries not quite ripened.

Felicia decided to get close to the earth...and take a nap since she was down there. What better place.

And the view of Pahto...magnificent.

And then...all the berries, except for the ones Felicia picked, have disappeared. Rhonda searched high and low for them. Gotta watch out for that Coyote, he'll steal your berries. Well...I hope he has a good feast because they were, indeed, picked with much Love.

To Top It Off...

To top it off, we all shot three deer just before we got in to Carson. Here is one that I got.

They're At It Again

We went huckleberry picking this weekend, and the tale doesn't stop anywhere near there. That said, we drove up to see if those signs still had the "Kill Whitey" things on them and found that they had been changed. Enjoy!