So here we go..
Apple Corp UNITE!!!
I seem to be getting some of my shit together. Some.
I direct a cast of apples to do my bidding!!! OOOOOooooooooH! scary!!! and they give me no shit. This whole apple thing is a response to Mr. Tony Tibbetts/ AKA Anthony DeClue; the mother fucker who took my woman and threatened to kill me THREE times...(on record with various police departments) just so he can be with her and she can get her wind turbine up....great...oh well...such is the shit of my life...

he called me an apple...and then proceeded to give me fashion advice about "wearing the clothes of the oppressor"...(I was wearing cordouroys) WHAT!!...are you fucking kidding me!! from a guy in cowboy boots?? fuck no!! What is this whole apple bullshit?? Some are and some aren't? Riding a horse doenst make you king of cowboys my friend...king of da cowboys...king of da cowboys...So in my reflection...i decided to make apples dance for me...hows that for a god complex? There is a certain peace of mind that appens when you are smoking large hunks of meat in a tar paper shack...it is the call of the wild. it is the primal desire and moan of satiation and carnivourous attitude...So now i find myself in exile on the island madeline...out of lost love and alot of looking out from the creator....the signs are there...you just have to look for them...and in looking for the signs i am finding out more about myself...about MY PTSD...and my level of inanity...strange rumblings from the north shore...on tribal land...where the manitous are not so shy and the memigweshi run from dune to dune...under the cover of a wisp of sand...a great lynx at the waters edge drinking and ...with all of this...it is just life....i tell people every now and then that "if it werent for the work, i would blow my head off...thank god we got alot of work eh?!?"...it keeps them on edge...no one thought i would get this far...In this here war...

GIVE ME>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Good morning....
what we have in mind is breakfast in bed for...tribal security.

There is rumblings on the horizon. There may be freedoms ring tramppled under foot of tribal interest. They corner for where curry used to write may be demolished. There is rumblings underfoot that the new faces of Tribal Council may be killing curry corner. The issue that "its not fair that Marty gets an opinion column and I have to pay $500.00 to express my opinion."
My response to that issuee...."YOUR DAMN RIGHT". In my tenure as journalist and former Tribal Observer staff member; the discussions that needed to happen had to happen behind closed doors. I remember many a staff meeeting where the line had to be drawn regarding "what was fit to print and what was not." This was happening in during political transition and the Observer was trying to finally open up in terms of letting it be a sounding board of the community. The issue of having to pay for political speech is criminal and the tribe is not benfiting from the disucssions that COULD BE HAPPENING. The notion that the Tribal Council would squash the only opinion column is hilarious. It kicks the dead dog of freedom that used to run the rez like a ravenous spirit, devouring fear...and now you have to pay 500 bones to raise the spirit.
But there is more. Lets not forget that Councilwoman Benz also used to write for the TRibal Observer. It was only after her refusal to accept editorial standards for her great pieces from WIKI that she stopped writing. She was under contract and never renewed...and now? How will she vote? If she votes to demolish the Curry Corner, she is a hypocrit for wanting freedom of press when it benefited her and against Freedom of the Press when it stands to hurt her. Michelle Stanley's big beef is that she wants to railroad the paper to hold her seat against Frank Cloutier who is the better fit for the needs of At Large. Fred uses the paper to launch a bible campaign to appeal to the Christian Coalition there by securing the Next Election. It is what is is....but it is not free.

If someone has a beef about the right and time to express opinion Tribal Members should not have to pay. No one should. We get so mad about the Morning Sun airing out dirty laundry and yet we are not willing to take the steps to secure out freedom of press...or of speech. This is indicative of larger problems. mi'iw.

Freak Power in Indian Country

My favorite political expression is “ We should not be playing partisan politics”

It begs the question “Isn’t that what you were elected for?”

America has been, and in some corners, thrives on partisanship and our tribal communities, as a microcosm of America, hold true to that as well. From the way we talk about (or don’t) talk about social issues, to the way we choose to have discussions in a loud and confrontational manner…the Hatfield and McCoy’s…it gets emotionally violent. America is the bully pulpit of “might makes right” and Tribes should not be so bold as to adopt this way. It has cost us dearly both at home and around the world.

From the “good day-bad day” US foreign relations to the “bad day-worse day” scenarios we face here in Indian Country, the important dialog isn’t happening on Avenue Q or at the tribal community centers. Our oratory is failing us in a time when it has the power to save our political lives; our spiritual lives and a lot of other people in the process. My Tribe is in its death throes and as rigor mortis sets in…the business of bully special interest government prevails over something different…something new...something that has the power to inject the body politic with high doses of epinepherine and adrenaline. Can the system handle it?

Perhaps the fault is mine and viewing Indian Country and my community from a distance (through the storm colored glasses) doesn’t serve the need inside myself to feel “a part” of the club. Maybe even in Indian Country there are still outsiders; a part of the community much akin to “the Silent Majority” of the Nixon Era. Where self-determination is being relegated to “political and economic” assimilation in minutiae. We had a clean slate to make ANY government we wanted; and we chose to model it on a system that is as corrupt and exclusionary as the feds…and the states…where the corporate (and familial) ruling of some Tribal communities excludes those of us with small families? Being left out of the discussion we ask…are our elected leaders the best ones for the job?

America was looking for change. The critics and the cynics chide those who voted for change and even now the bumper stickers are pasted; “How’s that HOPE and CHANGE working for ya?” Indian Country is much the same way…looking for a change and it is going to take more and more struggle against the dominant structures on one level and against our cousins and family on another. It is Civil War on a tribal level and it will cost us more HOPE. And the divisions will become chasms… I think it is time to inject the freak power vote in Indian Country…on the Sag Chip Reservation…for mother, god and country.

America is being forced to embrace that there are more harmonious ways of living on the planet; pulling away from coal and exposing the disasters of epic proportions (see TAR SANDS!) to embracing massive engineering projects at a local level to capture the wind and the sun; realizing the need for clean water and sustainable local food production. We as Tribal people should feel good that we won that round. We shouldn’t stick out our tongue and NYAH NYAH…(or should we) and I am not sure who is keeping score, but a one-victory season is not a lost season. As the issue of climate change and respecting the land, the air and the water…is moved forward (for better or worse depending on which side of the fence you stand) we can only hope that this GREEN INJUN-UITY… it works and we haven’t been thrown in with the others in a canoe that can’t float.

We live day by day. We pray hard. Curry for Council 09.

Bamaa.