Now That's Funny!

Through the winding trail leading from John Talley ("Indian World") and Louis Sowa, "Mitakuye Oyasin" (Dean Looking Hawk, Louis Sowa, and I) manged to hook up with one Gilbert Brown who is touring with a bunch of goof balls who call themselves the "Pow Wow Comedy Jam," to bring laughter to the world Indian Style.

It was a good radio show, but more importantly, this is going to be a good comedy show. They will be bringing their humor live to Portland, Oregon at the Jubitz Truck Stop off of exit 307 on I-5.

The crew of the "Pow Wow Comedy Jam" are Marc Yaffee, Vaughn Eaglebear, J.D. Redwater, and Jim Ruel, with Special guest Gilbert Brown. We interviewed Marc and Vaughn on the phone and Gilbert was in the studio LIVE AND IN PERSON. We had a great time!

These folks also have their own website called...wait for it...Joke Signals. Check it out. Then come on out to Jubitz Truck Stop, 33 NE Middlefield Rd. in Portland, Oregon on August 26 at 7pm and let some Indians make you laugh.

I don't know if they will be supplying frybread, so you may just want to bring your own.

Christopher Cornstalk

[Shusli related a story to me last night that she had read on the Derrick Jensen forum about one Christopher Cornstalk.]

Christopher Cornstalk was a member of the Odawa Nation, Turtle Clan.
His difficult life journey brought him to the streets of Chicago, and the surrounding suburbs. Christopher struggled with the alcoholism that lead to his homelessness. During this time he had many dealings with Police Officers, Firefighters, Ambulance Drivers and Hospital Personnel.

Christopher lost his battle on July 17, 2006 and joined his Ancestors.

Then, in an act of unspeakable offence and racism, a NURSE started a Facebook Group under the category of "JUST FOR FUN" called "Did you Know this Alcoholic Indian?"
She then requested that people join, so that they may regale each other with stories of encountering Chris during the course of their PROFESSIONAL DUTIES.
Unflattering photos of Chris in his hospital bed, racist images of Natives and some of the most disgusting comments ever were then posted to this site.

Over 600 people joined, many of them Nurses, EMT's, Firefighters, and Police Officers.

Many of these PROFESSIONALS violated their own codes of ethics, and in some cases criminal law by posting intimate, private information about Mr. Cornstalk's struggles, and medical conditions.

Many comments were blatantly racist.

All of this was done without the knowledge or consent of Mr. Cornstalk's family. And of course, since Chris himself had passed on, he could certainly not defend his dignity and rights.

On July 17th, 2009, online Anti-Racist Activists discovered this profoundly disturbing site.

Facebook was contacted immediately, and the group was deleted.
The Activists took screen shots of the group before it was pulled, and then forwarded that information to media outlets in Chicago and area. The Mayor of Chicago was contacted and a search for Cornstalk family members was launched.

The Activists facebook pages came under attack immediately - Making Change Streetpapers account was unceremoniously, and without notice, deleted. Barbara Low's account was seized for a day, and has had glitches and problems since.

This group was formed to see to it that the members of that heinous group are held to account for their racism, and many breaches of their Professional duties.

We intend to honour Mr. Cornstalk and his family, by
standing by them as they seek JUSTICE AND DIGNITY for
their lost Brother.

[Another interesting link to this form of racism is this one which shows some of the pages these wonderful professionals put up on their racist forum.]

While listening to Democracy Now on Thursday, the discussion went to health care and health care reform. There was discussion on how all those morons are disrupting the town hall meetings being held around the nation about health care reform. My favorite stupid quote from the audience when asked why the person atteded was they wanted to make sure that "the government didn't touch their Medicare!"

Anyway, it is almost transparent that this alleged health plan coming from the Obama administration is going to fail. It was designed to fail to begin with in my opinion. It is not enough. It is not single payer like Canada, France, etc. Nothing will really change. If it passes (which it won't), it would be enough of a failure to make even more stupid and intelligent Americans alike think that single payer must be the most horrific health care plan ever and will never be implemented. Thus, like usual, all our health care dollars will being going to insurance company execs. Got to keep those billionaires rolling in all that free money note matter how horrific health issues get for folks ("beasts" as James Madison would refer to us).

I know I know I know, this comment will most likely open a ton of useless arguments, but I'm telling you that in my opinion, in having paid attention to the general patterns of the U.S. government, this plan is doomed to fail EVEN IF it passes, which it won't. We will not get single payer in this nation. It is just not going to happen. It will be business as usual and folks will die uselessly and even more will go bankrupt. But the good news is, BILLIONAIRES WILL HAVE MORE MONEY!

VIVA MEXICO!

I went to a friends house to have him fix something for me and he had the World Cup qualifier soccer game between Mexico and the USA on. I'm not a big fan of any sports anymore, but I watched as he went to work on by case.

My friend said he was at the bar the day before and said loudly to his friend that he was going to watch Mexico kick the U.S. ass in soccer on Wednesday. All the Mexicans in the bar, he said, got rather excited by his comment.

I started getting into the game and got to see the spectacular footwork of Miguel Sabah as he kicked the winning goal near the end of the second half. Unfortunately, my friend was working on my case and missed it (but got to see it in rerun).

CONGRATULATIONS MEXICO AND MIGUEL SABAH AS WELL AS THE WHOLE MEXICAN SOCCER TEAM!

oh, wait...THERE ALREADY IS A DEPRESSION

Pardon my arrogance, folks, as I, like so many other americans, sometime see the world only through my own country's eyes.

A friend of mine is moving to Mexico, and Shusli and I have been the recepient of many fine gifts from this wonderful man. One of those gifts was a 2004 (approx.) documentary film from Ironweed Films by Arturo Perez Torres and Heather Haynes called "Wetback: The Undocumented Documentary." It is a film about immigrants from Central America and Mexico trying to cross the border into America to "live the American Dream."

Their nations, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, and Mexico, have been devastated by trade agreements like NAFTA, GATT, CAFTA and others. These trade agreements, billions to billionaires programs, have created conditions for the poor that leave virtually no opportunities in their own countries. Thus, the devastation of immigration.

In this film you watch these folks leave their friends and families in a desperate attempt to come to the U.S. and get work. Many people are murdered along the way for any money they may have, women are raped, they have to face gangs and police who rape and rob, etc.

There is a train called "The Train of Death." It is a train that runs from South to North in Mexico and thousands of folks hop the rails everyday in an attempt to get to the border and get their chance to cross where there is work. Many folk get sucked under the train where often they are killed. Most, however, get their legs ran over and thus, lose one or both of them in the process.

These folks are determined to come to the U.S. because their nations are economically depressed thanks to billions to billionaires programs that help take the wealth of nations and put it in the pockets of the wealthy.

I have a GREAT RESPECT for these people, much more than your average American born into this privilege. These folk face horrific perils and uncertain futures. They risk it all to get to this nation so they can have some sort of opportunity.

Then you get these stupid redneck MOFO's who say shit about these folks and they have no idea what the fuck they are even talking about. Youz all can kiss my flat been here for thousands of years ass.

One of the most STUPID statements I heard from those fuckin' minutemen assholes was that these folk are the dregs of Mexico and Central America. He even said many are child molesters. However, no talk about how most child rape happens from relatives within the home, nor the FACT that many religious organizations have pedophiles galore, I mean, afterall, most of those folk were born into this privilege.

See this film. I have always had a great respect for many of the immigrant folks, but now that is even greater. I haven't always had a great amount of respect for those born into the privilege of the U.S., now I have even less.

WELCOME MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS FROM THE SOUTH TO THE OCCUPIED TERRITORIES CURRENTLY KNOWN AS THE UNITED STATES!

WELCOME!

Nagasaki

I almost forgot to mention Nagasaki. For a good history on that event you all should read George Weller's "First Into Nagasaki." George was the first American into the city after the bombs fell. His words, however, were silenced by that horrific piece of shit Douglas McCarthur for political reasons in dealing with the government of Japan.

8-6-9

8-6-9

by Eugene Johnson

Do you kow what day it is,
son?
Sun.
Do you know what day it is,
son?
Do you remember the sun,
son?

I am the son of my father
who would have been 76
and it has been 64 years
since they harnessed the power of the
sun
and used it to burn the people,
burn the earth,
like a deadly parady
of "The Republic"
by Plato.

Half of the power of god
is in the hands of man.
Pius XII kisses the fins
of the rockets of death.

Half of the p;ower of god
is in the hands of man
like a butcher knife
in the hand of
Peter Brzica.

At least Dr. Frankenstein
created life
the other half
of the power of god.
Dr. Frankenstein created a monster,
man has created a monster.

Do you know what day it is,
son?
Do you remember the sun,
son?

All war is slaughter.

Do you remember
the death marches
of Bataan
and the many
Trails of Tears?

Do you remember the
Death ships
Luzon and the slavers?

Do you remember
Dresden and Tokyo?

Do you remember
the crusader
wallowing joyously
in the ankle deep blood
of the temple?

Do you remember the two nuns
and the priest
tied to posts
sheathing steel with their
anguished flesh
as soldiers practiced
bayonette thrusts?

Now, son,
they can kill thousands
in an instant.
Sun.
More impersonal
than Peter Brzica's knife, son.
More impersonal
than a crusaders sword
or a soldiers bayonette,
sun.

Half of the power of god
is in the hands of man, son,
death

Man can destroy the world
in less than a day, son.

Man can destroy the world
in less than a day,

less than a day.

And still,
in my insanity of Love,
son,

IN MY INSANITY OF LOVE

I still

Love

Humanity.

Health Care? C'MON!

If you are a not so stupid American to a genius, about 7% of ya, by my reckoning, you all know that we ain't gonna get a decent health care in this nation. It ain't gonna happen. Folks don't want it.
I mean, FUCK, if you've seen Michael Moore's "Sicko," you would have noticed that a walk-in patient to a doctors office in Canada (the backwoods nation to our North) had to wait up to 45 minutes to see the doctor instead of the 6-8 WEEKS here in America. FUCK! We can't have any of that shit here in the greatest nation on earth. I mean, what the fuck do you think we are, Civilized?

Reality Check! The American government is corporate owned. That means all of our congressfolk (with a few exceptions) and definitely the president...are corporate owned. That means that our government is not really ours, but the property of corporations. Corporations don't care about people, ESPECIALLY AMERICAN PEOPLE, because there are NO PROFITS in giving a shit. There are, however, GREAT PROFITS in things like "pre-existing conditions." Say you're a woman and had a child. Now, 20 years later, you have operable cancer. Will your insurance pay for your operation? FUCK NO! You're pre-existing condition of giving childbirth will prevent you from stealing money from billionaires who need it much more than you need some silly life saving operation.

Folks, you can all fantasize all you want that things will change, but the government doesn't give a shit about you unless you are involved heavily in a corporation. Let's stop fantasizing, here. If you want real health care, real change, we as a mass movement would have to TAKE IT! But here in America, folks are so vested in the FANTASY of freedom, they lay down and take oppression just like they are supposed to. I mean, if we all stood up and TOOK OUR RIGHTS, that would cut into corporate profits, and we all know billionaires are more important than our relatives who have operable cancer. I mean, Billionaires need that money more than some ordinary money demanding asshole that works needs a life saving operation. I mean THINK! Who is more important, someone in need of health care, or billionaires in need of more money?

Whirlwind

Whirlwind

by Eugene Johnson


The first one I saw
this season
gently twisted
in a clockwise motion
in the mowed grasses
of the field,
picking up the brown blades gently
and attempting to weave them
into a basket
to carry the spirits
of the people up
into joy and happiness.

Whirldwind

Spirits travel
in the whirlwinds
I have heard

A whirlwind traveled through
our camp
after I lived on the mountain
for four days.
It was wound
so tight
it looked like brown celophane
with a dusty mop of hair
atop.
I knew where it was going
without malice or anger,
with a ferocity of Love
it lifted the red cloth
of our souls
from the altar
and tossed them to the earth
as a young man
fruitlessly attempted
to catch them.
There,
it disappeared.

I laughed at the beauty
at the message
that I knew then
but didn't heed until later.

In the hot desert sun
of ceremony
a whirlwind came
large and dusty
swallowed the whole arbor
lifting violently
the brown blades of grass
and dust
creating a basket
of angry Love.
It drained the last bits
of moisture
from the dry
hot
earth
and the bodies.
For the brief moment
of its violent Love
without anger or malice
it lifted the spirits
to joy and happiness.

Every year
I look forward to the whirlwinds
brown and dusty
in the mown and plowed fields
of the Willamette Valley.

Are they spirits come
to remember the earth,
to send us a message?

I lift my soul
into a brown dusty carriage
and am carried into
the world of imagination.

MAN! IT'S HOT!

Currently, it's 104 degrees out. They said it would possibly get up to 107, but it didn't. It is supposed to be just as hot tomorrow. I couldn't handle the current wave which started about 2 weeks or so ago (high 80's and low 90's at the time) at first. Now, I'm drinking tons of water and sweating like a pig and doing just fine.

We don't have AC at home. We are using lots of fan and doing a swamp cooler thing. We are also sleeping in the living room because our bedroom doesn't cool down.

Shusli joked this morning, saying she'd much rather live in Phoenix, AZ than endure this heat. Then she looked their weather up for Phoenix, AZ on the internet and they are 112 today. They'll be over 100 for about the next two weeks. We thought better of that idea.

So, how are you all faring in this weather?

PS The kitties say it's hot, too. It must really suck to have fur in this kind of weather, but GREAT when it's colder than a well diggers ass.

Ham you rarely find moving in this weather (or for that matter, any weather). Jake is up and about less than usual, but still active and crazy about being outside.

STAY COOL, FOLKS!

"What's your favorite restaurant?" Shusli asked me a few days ago.

"Hoda's," I answer almost immediately.

"Mine's the Jack in the Box on 105th and Stark," she says, trying to keep a straight face. "Not any of the others, just the one on 105th and Stark."

It is amazing the treasures one sees in the world. Last night we went to Hoda's on 34th and Belmont and ate ourselves happily stupid, the food is so good their. On the way there, we found these sidewalk chalk drawings. There are artists in our midst. Enjoy them!



I assume the artist is Audrey Angel, since there is a website listed. I just visited there, and the woman has talent.

The Faces of Evil: A Review of Arvo Manhattan's, "The Vatican's Holocaust."

This is Eugenio Pacelli. Eugenio in 1933 signed the Lateran treaty with Musollini and brought the fascist power to a new stronghold which helped fill the Vatican's coffers with much needed cash, etc.

Also, in 1933, Cardinal Pacelli signed the Corcordat with the Nazi's bringing further power to the Reich as the Vatican threw its weight, and thus the weight of all/most Catholics behind the fascists in a special kind of crusade.

As I'm sure you all know, the 13 men who sat around the table at the Wannsee Conference, the conference in 1942 to discuss the "final solution" of the Jewish problem, and by extension, the Sinti, Roma, and many others were all Christians except for one. The one who wasn't Christian was the only man to object to the idea of "The Final Solution." Go figure.

Eugenio was eventually elected pope, took the name Pius XII, and started a crusade against the orthodox Serbs in Croatia.

Pacelli as head of the Vatican crime organization, needed help in his crusade against the orthodox.

After the Nazi's took over Yugoslavia, Pacelli, as pope, initiated the help of the Archbishop of Zagreb, Stepinac (there is actaually a high school in New York named after this genocidal war criminal).

Stepinac became head of the Ustashi, a horrific and brutal group of Catholics who enjoyed horrific mass slaugther. It became the idea of the Vatican to do this with the Orthodox Serb population: 1/3 were to be eradicated, 1/3 were to be forcibly thrown out of the country, and 1/3 were to be FORCIBLY converted. Some of the clergy, very few as a matter of fact, did not think it right to do this, but Stepinac and Pacelli put the thumb screws to them, figuratively speaking, and forced them to participate in these mass conversions.

All of this is described in Arvo Manhattan's book, "The Vatican's Holocaust," which not only covers the attrocities enacted by the Vatican Crime Organization, but also how it was covered up. A must read for folks who are interested in history.

The head of Croatia became this genocidal criminal, Ante Pavelic.

This guy was one sick individual. It is described in "The Vatican's Holocaust," how a Nazi had a meeting with Pavelic. He saw on Ante's desk what looked like a bag of oysters. During their conversation, he became more and more curious about this. When he asked Ante about the oysters, Pavelic informed him they were a gift from his Ustashi, but they weren't oysters, they were Serb eyeballs.

Nice fella, eh. His moves were controlled by both Pacelli and Stepinac (whom I informed you has a high school in New York named after him).

When the allies took control over Yugoslavia, Ante Pavelic fled, one time hiding as a nun in a convent. This was common practice for the Vatican to protect genocidal war criminals, especially those with enough money to pay for their protection. They eventually managed to smuggle this war criminal and so many others to Argentina, as well as the U.S. and Australia, where they often kept up their desire to create a Catholic world, but their dreams, thankfully, did not come true.

This fella here is Father Miroslav Filipovic. Nice looking fella, don't you think. The "good father" became a member of the Ustashi, donned the uniform, and at one time during his illustrious career, became camp commandante of Jasenovac.

These folk were so sick and twisted they turned Nazi stomachs, if you can believe that, and you should.

After orthodox Serbs were rounded up, those who weren't outright slaughtered or deported, were often sent to Jasenovac.

[Side note, in one town where the Ustashi took up the annhilation tactic, they even took folks into the local butcher shop and actually butchered them].

Jaseovac was very horrific. Good Catholic folks would often do things like, rape women, slaughter women, starve and slaughter children, chop peoples heads off with axes, saw peoples heads off, have throat cutting contests, and other such gruesome activities. It would seem that the Vatican got the idea that god was an idiot when he handed down the law of "thou shalt not kill." And all of this done not only by members of the Roman Catholic Church, but by its clergy as well who often participated directly in much of the slaughter.

All of this was covered up with the help of the U.S. The Vatican, seeing their fascist allies starting to fade, quickly switched sides. They started a supperssion and misinformation campaign that has helped, to this day, to keep this bit of information from the global populace. Tito's commies were starting to try some of the Catholic participants, which came to an end when Tito signed a treaty with the Vatican Crime Organization and took up a campaign of suppression and misinformation as well. Musta been some money in that, I'm sure, but it is not clearly explained in "The Vatican's Holocaust."

With their fascist allies vanquished from power, they Vatican under Pius XII, decided to take its aggression to Russia. Russia, afterall, even under commie rule, had millions of Orthodox practitioners that Pacelli, Pius XII, just couldn't stand the idea of them being alive.

Pius XII took his campaign to the U.S.

Francis Matthews, a fanatical Catholic, was appointed secretary of the Navy. In an August 25th, 1950 speech in Boston, he "called upon the USA to launch an attack upon Soviet Russia in order to make the American people 'the first agressors for peace.' 'As the initiators of a war of aggression,' he added, 'it would win for us a pound of popular title: we would become the first aggerssors for peace." [pg. 188, The Vatican's Holocaust", by Arvo Manhattan.]

That's right, the Vatican was trying to instigate a nuclear holocaust against Russia to rid them of their Orthodox practioners.

These crazy folks were even in Portland:

"On August 6th, 1949, Catholic MacGrath, Attorney General, addressing the Catholic "storm troopers: of the USA--namely the Knights of Columbus--at their convention in Portland, Oregon, urged Catholics "to rise up and put on the armour of the Church militant in the battle to save Christianity." (Christianity, of course, meaning for a Catholic the Catholic Church.) He further urged "a bold offensive." [Pg 186 ibid.]

Armed with other Catholics Fanatics within the U.S. government, Pius XII went to work in getting his war with Russia.

"Catholic Secretary of Defense, James "Forrestal, methodically briefed by the Vatican on the Communist menace, became so convinced of the inevitability of a USA-Russian atomic showdown that he even helped Pius XII to win the election in 1948-9 by contributing funds from his own salary to the Italian Catholics.

One day he dashed along a Washington street, shouting that the Russian armies had landed in the capital. During the night of 21-22 May, 1949, he jumped from a window on the 16th floor of a Bethseda Naval Hospital and was killed instantly." [pg 187 ibid.]

In 1956, the Catholics helped lead a revolution against the communist government of Hungary. They even had plans to have one of their own, a fella named Mindzenty, head the new Catholic government. When the communists shut it down, the Vatican did not get their nuclear war. It was their idea to encourage the U.S. to place nuclear weapons in Hungary and use them against Russia.

"The expected war did not take place, although the world went once more to 'the brink.' Fear gripped the nations of Europe. At the Vatican, however, the Pope, instead of appealing for peace and working for the prevention of hostilities, initiated a mass hate campaign, unparalleled by any modern pontiff. He went so far , in his daily incitement of the Catholic millions against the Reds, as to stir up such billigerancy that even London's sober The Times Described "what almost amounts to a crusade of Christendom." [pg 195, ibid.]

The Vatican's genocidal desires are pretty much summed up in these few paragraphs from "The Vatican's Holocaust," by Arvo Manhattan.

"Whatever the merits or demerits of the mutual American-Russian antagonism, the fact remains that Pius XII, far from labouring to diminsh the peril, did his utmost to aggrandise it, in order to overthrow an ideological enemy, the better to overcome a religious foe--namely, the Russian Orthodox Church--whom the Vatican had been fighting vainly for the preceding one thousand years.

"The occupation of Russia by the West would have spelled the potential control of the Orthodox Church by the Papacy. Chatholic control would have meant but one thing: Orthodox absorption into the Catholic fold via persuasion or force, throughout the Russian occupied territories.

"In short, a repetition of the Croatian experiment on a scale involving no longer one, but hundreds of millions of Orthodox believers.

"In Pope Pius XII's daring calculations, therefore, the outbreak of World War III would have done for the Orthodox Church of Russia what World War II had done for the Orthodox Church of Croatia." [pg 200, ibid]

For people interested in hearing the stories that you aren't supposed to hear, this book is a must. It gives one an idea of the structure behind the Vatican and what it's real desires are.

With the constant idea that Christianity is good, and that Christian organizations are lead by good folk, one should read this, because it isn't just the Vatican.

I also suggest you watch "Religulous," a documentary film by Bill Maher.

76 Years and a Day

My dad, Louis Wilbur Johnson, would have been 76 yesterday. Where does the time fly?

I remember when I was a wee lad, and could still walk relatively comfortably under the dinner table. My dad used to sneak up on me, and I would do a quick turn around and pull a punch. One day, he snuck up a little faster and I punched him right in the nose. Boy did it bleed.

One time I was sitting in my dads lap, I musta been about four, and I thought it would be a good idea to show my dad a new skill my Uncle Harry had taught me, head butting. I nailed dad right on the nose and dad spanked me, the one and only time he spanked me.

I remember one time I wanted a pair of cowboy boots. I got dressed up and wore my cowboy boots and had to have my hair like my dads. He used greasy kid stuff and had a wave in front as dark and black as an ocean wave at night. That night, I did too. I think we went to Portland Wrestling or something like that that evening. Somewhere, there is a photograph of me in my little outfit with my hair styled like my dads. I was so proud.

At my dad's 20th high school reunion (I think the 20th), he received hippy beads for being the lad with the longest hair. I think I have you beat, now, dad.

When my dad was dying, I used to go home from high school at noon and watch Perry Mason with him everyday. We'd cheer each and every one of those shows like it was a football game. Like we hadn't actually seen every episode at least a dozen times or more. Like we didn't know the outcome already.

We used to race back and forth on foot down the street to the corner store where dad would by a newspaper everyday. 10 cents was all he paid. I couldn't believe that so much paper would cost so little money. And we would laugh...OH how we would laugh.

The crimson fountain on the threshold of death,
where did I go in my mind that day?
All those memories would soon be memories
I wouldn't be able to share with you
except in dreams.

I still dream of you from time to time, dad
Your black hair still with the front wave
like Chief Joseph
but never as high as Cheif Joseph's.
No ones hair should be higher than
Chief Joseph's.

I always think you are alive in my dreams,
like a mistake had been made,
and when we hug...
I realize you are not alive
but just visiting in my dreams
and we go on our merry way
about doing what fathers and sons
would do together
as we age.

But you remain ageless, now.
The same as when I saw you
days before your death.

You are still alive in me, dad,
and today,
I miss you...

Veteran's Powwow, Grand Ronde 2009

Dylan Thomas Lives On

Hurtling down the freeway
at 59mph
in a 25,500 GVW truck
with an 8,000 pound load
while listening to Dylan Thomas
read prose and poetry
in his first Caedmon recording
from 1952
in his rhythmic
accented voice
while writing poetry of my own
is probably not the safest thing
I've ever done,
nor the most dangerous.
I won't be winning any safety awards
should my bosses read this on my blog,
in this log,
or anywhere else for that matter.
A poets fame
has given way
to new pop stars of the day.
Words exercise
the mind into thought
in the spaces in between the
letters, words, and paragraphs
to shoot out like THUNDER AND LIGHTENING
in the pauses,
Dylan Thomas might say.
Fillling emptiness
in the soup tourine
of a thought
that wasn't there
until the space between the words
offered you the power
to think for yourself.
Inspiration comes where it may,
like
while hurtling down the road
at 59mph
in a 25,500 GVW truck
with an 8,000 pound load
while listening to Dylan Thomas
on the Caedmon recordings
made so many years ago...
at the keyboard of a computer...
pen to page...
bathroom wall...
If hurtling down the freeway
is when inspiration hits,
better to record it,
before one forgets.

"Mitakuye Oyasin" on at a New Time

Last night, Dean Lookinghawk and I did the first "Mitakuye Oyasin" at its new time, 6-7pm on Thursdays. I didn't go too bad considering we had a guest and a backup guest lined up, and both backed out, so we had to shoot from the hip, which is not an unusual occurence.

We were to have Russell Means, but due to health issues, he wasn't up to talking to us on the phone. Our back up guest, Ward Churchill, was busy with something else. We plan on getting these folks on future programs.

We talked about Ward's judge overturning the jury's decision that he was fired for exercising his constituional rights and set the case in favor of the University of Colorado. This will be fought in court.

We also talked about the Dine and the current U.S. led program to poison their sheep to get the traditionals off of their land so folks can steal their resources, like coal.

We also talked briefly about the "Vatican's Holocaust" by Arvo Manhattan. I have a few pages left and will review it at a future date.