Ha! As of today, the Bush Recession is "baked" in

What idiot got us into THIS mess?  Traders are predicting a recession, which means we are already IN one.  Accountability might be called for, but not expected.

S1200 is a drop in the sea, much less bucket

16 Billion through 2017 is absolutely NOTHING!  Never mind that the BULK of our people are already DEAD!

Holy shit, if an R (AK) is speaking up for us, we're in trouble.  

Those that are left, how the hell did you survive?  Did you sell out?

Sen. Lisa Murkowski says, that the history, re: indian health care, has been "very damning."  Amazing to hear the words, but again, they're words, just like these.   Wonder when we'll hear from Inouye.

Those that are left, what does that mean to you?  When will you make THEM start paying the rent?  This "obligation" is just that, a drop in the big, wide, sea.

June 25 - Treaty Day!

Just a day to remind ourselves that this is still our country.  It is definitely a federal holiday, even more so than xmas, since Treaty day is giveaway day too.

Yay.

Quoting my uncle Joe

I am tired of words that come to nothing.

Blanket Indian

So I was told that my identity is tied to my enrollment card.  If there was a way to abrogate the treaties we signed, I would encourage us to do it.  The problem is, we would not get any recompense for everything that was stolen from us by the invading new worlder, that it would in the long run make us even more victimized and I hate that feeling!

"What is rich anyway?  Money don't make you rich!"

He's got a point, but too many of my relatives signed and died for that fucking piece of worthless shit paper that is our treaty with the marauding invader, but it is what we have right now.  

"It was 1962 that the last state in the nation could vote in a state election."  Sen. Byron Dorgan (D-ND) on cspan supporting indian health service funding.

Oh, our vote, I forgot about that too.  What the hell, it's our world still, we have to figure it out together.  There was a time when all I wanted to do was blink every white person away, just like my Dreamer relations before me.  Now?  "Kuut nuu."  Can't ship 'em out, so what else are we going to do?

The main realization is that yes, my family signed those treaties, but they are also "blanket" indians, too, and DAMN proud of it!

We've been separating and constituting and re-constituting for only 13 billion years or so.  Say we're a synapse for some other awareness, not even a universe, and some flash became us and not only we non-existant, we're just part of some play, only eons of wisdom and laughter, on many different planes and places writ larger than anyone can see or imagine.  

A Writer is what we really wonder about then. More so, an actor is involved.  An actor that has to be open and aware or who cares what they impart to us by virtue of their passion.  That awareness is us and everything else, all being equal, literally equal.

As for the Writer, can't go there.  Don't mean to, either.

All I say is, "Kuut nuu."

used to poverty

Heard the last of a news conference on cspan with our treasury secretary, h. paulson. Paulson’s last answer, that is revealing and tells me that poor people are fucked, again. Turn to tv and bloomberg to watch older white guys talk about how they need the feds to come through for corporations. Meanwhile, everything is more expensive for us ordinary bozo’s on the street. Some of us are more on the street than others, but at least, I feel used to the stress and strain of always struggling, it hurts but somehow, i'm used to it. Some have never had to even think about it, but for some reason, I don't feel for them.

i have even wearied about making noise, it's so tiresome to always be sucked into staying on-grid, and even now know that that must be part of some plan, that my life has no room for dissent, else i starve. now that is pitiful.

cannot bear to watch or listen to 43, he was making an announcement about the "stimulus" plan and the market graph displayed next to his head, kept flashing lower and lower. It would be humorous other than the fact the gap between rich and poor is larger than ever, and with me giggling, there is someone else who doesn't even notice as they jump aboard the concord for their mid-winter holiday. kuutnuu, folks.