November 2008

Very Funny Letter to the editor

I wonder if the consumerism drunken Republicans will get it?

‘Twas the morning after Halloween and into Wal-Mart

stumbled three wayward friends who each grabbed a cart.

Hungover and hungry, they came for cheap food.

Yet what they discovered was unexpected, not good.

For what decked the Wal-Mart halls, floor and walls?

But reindeer, Santas, snowmen and green and red balls.

Truly, the friends found this site very queer.

Despite what the calendar said, Christmas was here.

I also liked this part;

I would propose a boycott of these stores that so vehemently exploit Christmas, but I have yet to find a single store that has not.

Department of Peace? Sounds good to me.

I think war memorials are a good way to honor our veterans, and I think our memorial park in SF is pretty nice, but seriously, what kind of memorials do we build for people who support peace?

Sister Crowley (an amazing advocate of peace and the disadvantaged) wrote an incredible letter to the editor today;

Why do we continue to live with the myth that the way to peace is to go to war? Through the centuries, whole generations have been destroyed by waging wars. World leaders must learn to sit across the table from one another and negotiate differences diplomatically. It is childish to use arms to settle disputes. War is one of the greatest tragedies of our time.

Below is a toon I did about the 50th anniversary of the Peace symbol.

Oyateunderground-Siyotanka: A Voice from Within

Wanbli WiWohkpe (James Starkey) has been making a series of videos. This is one of them. James makes and plays his own traditional flutes often out of found objects.

Commentary;

Wanbli WiWohkpe grew up on the streets of Rapid City, an illegal squatter town built in the Sacred Homeland of the Lakota Nation.
Growing up amidst what was commonly called “The Feud”, Wanbli WiWohkpe was caught between two worlds: the wasicu world of academia, where he excelled and blossomed, and the world of the reality around him, where he was looked down upon for who he and his Family were.
Wanbli WiWohkpe saw the utter disrespect afforded the Indigenous Male. He was told constantly in school to eschew his kin, and to grab hold of the American Dream.
Through a series of events, Wanbli WiWohkpe chose instead to follow his older brother, Warren Rich, and the two became very close, almost as if they melded into one person. He learned to be strong, to be swift, and to be loyal.
The Youths ultimately became entangled in the system of incarceration perpetuated by the Invader/Occupier. The Youths grew into Men, and the violence continued and escalated. Knowing something was amiss and unable to articulate what, these Men learned to lash out upon others of their kind. A tragic spiral of lateral violence continued unabated until they were all again incarcerated by the illegal squatter government.
Wanbli WiWohkpe went to prison for 1st Degree Manslaughter in 1986.
In the subsequent years, Wanbli WiWohkpe has seen those closest to him as a Youth perish. Most escaped their oppression via suicide. None lashed out at the Invader/Occupier in the terrible ways other oppressed Nations do. None went amongst the Invader and exploded. None took the Occupier with them to their death.
Instead, being from a beautiful People not familiar with domestication, a People not wishing to inflict damage upon their tormenters; not wishing anything from their tormenters but for the torment to cease, they imploded.
They imploded and they continue to implode. The Invasion/Occupation continues unchecked, and the Lakota Nation, especially the Lakota Male, remains pauperized.
Our Lives were stolen by the Occupier. Every thing the Invader has is stolen.
Every bite of food, every warm bed, every happy home, every scrap of power, every nuance of anything enjoyed by the Invader is taken directly from the Health of the Indigenous. The Invader’s prosperity is taken directly from the Hearth and Home of the Lakota Nation. A Hearth and Home now non-existent as the Lakota People wander their own Homeland as homeless.
As the fortunate give thanks for the blessings of God and their American Dream, the Lakota Nation, the less fortunate, continue to simply exist as pesky and useless vermin in the Occupier’s world.
Through Lakol Wicohan, the Friendly Lifeways of the Lakota Nation, Wanbli WiWohkpe began to see. He began to understand the difference between his Nation and the Occupier. He committed himself to Sundance and Vision Quest, and now after completing 4 years of Sundancing and a 4 day Vision Quest, Wanbli WiWohkpe has made a true Relative with the Siyotanka, the Ancient Lakota Flute.
Wanbli WiWohkpe believes the Siyotanka is part of Lakota Man Power, a component of our Being that has been kept from us. To label the Siyotanka as a “courting flute” and to play it as feebly as “Native American Flute” players do, keeps us emasculated as Indigenous Males.
Look around, most “Native American Flute” makers/players are not Indigenous, and those famed Indigenous flute players often play a non-Indigenously made flute.
The Invader/Occupier is literally chopping off a part of us, emasculating us; thereby rendering us impotent. Wanbli WiWohkpe has learned directly from the Winged and Four Legged just how to play the Siyotanka, how to regain Lakota Masculinity, and how to Heal.
OyateUnderground Productions: World Class Representin’.

Wanbli WiWohkpe, he emaciapelo

What is it w/SD school boards and closed door meetings anyway?

This time it isn’t in Harrisburg. Surprise!

When serving the public, even in a non-elected, volunteer role, you still have an obligation to your duties. I remember getting gaveled by Mayor Munson at a SF City Council meeting for making a comment about the Ethics Committee being political appointees (which they are) and he went off on a tangent about how they are volunteers, blah, blah, blah. Well goody-goody gumdrops, that volunteerism should not subvert their duties.

from the Black Hills Monitor;

And committee chairman Dennis Popp says the group isn’t elected and doesn’t represent anybody. Usually, school superintendents and chiefs of police aren’t elected either, but they’re required to do the public’s business….in public!

What is creepy about this is that it wasn’t the RC school board that had the meetings it was a volunteer subcommitee made up of business people, that’s scary. I find more and more that business groups in SD love property and sales tax increases because it doesn’t affect them just the working stiffs they pay low wages to already. If they are giving advice to a school board, it better be out in the open, for our wallets sake!