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I have a question for people?

When you walk into walmart or any large store, go past the doors about 75 feet get your cart, what do you see and think about when your inside that store?

I’m curious?

k - I will finish this later

Canada’s MCK is making you new identity cards in which we will all be required to have to cross the border. Isnt it odd the same people who go on TV to tell the world we are a “sovereign nation” in regards to online Gaming, has made no mention of our own people working on our own National Identity cards.

How is it Canada’s MCK and its group of mayors forgot to tell the people we already have our own Passports, and identification. How is it these people who so proudly proclaim to be fighting for your rights, want nothing to do with Haudenosaunee National identity. Yet sit back and tell the people they need Canada’s ID, and not our own ID.

I find it odd your Mayor Mike Delisle Jr. cannot figure out the difference between Canada’s MCK identity and the Haudenosaunee Cards and why we shouldnt support the Canada’s MCK and its new Cards. We shouldnt support those cards because Canada’s MCK is a white colonial Government that through 44 million dollars has bought out the people of Kahnawake.

Your coward Mayors wont fight for your true rights under the constitution of the Haudenosaunee in which the identity they hide behind comes from because they will loose there fancy salaries. They wont fight for the republic of the Haudenosaunee under the Great Law because of there fancy pensions. No puppet colonial government bites the million dollar hand that feeds them, it just doesnt work that way.

The will tell you were getting our own judicial system based on what not our own laws, its based on white colonial government. We have a police force thats trained, operating and enforcing colonial based laws, all of which do not fall under Great Law of Peace.

So people wheres your Mohawk Identity? Who in Canada’s MCK is fighting for your identity? Who’s the one whos got the balls to tell Canada fuck you, we got our own Cards, our own Passports, and our own constitution and government thats older than yours. Who? Someone tell me who in Canadas MCK is doing this? Well apparently no one.

So when you go fill out your little applications, get your wonderful card that gets a few measly tax dollars off at walmart, ask youself what are you really getting? What your really getting is bent over and screwed by not only your own people, but Canada itself piped in through its overpaid colonial government.

The people of the Mohawk Nation want to call themselves Mohawk people, want to get on TV and call yourselves a sovereign people. Well how about doing something like supporting the Mohawk Nation? How about really standing up and supporting the people of the Mohawk Nation, and the constitution it stands for not some colonial organized scheme to kill us.

k - Just a thought for your Treason loving Mayors to think about

Canadas MCK and its Mayors of Kahnawake are trying to implement a few new things to the people of Kahnawake. One of them is Zoning Laws which on the surface seems likea great idea, but what is the real purpose of zoning laws in Kahnawake.

Firstly, if the Government of Canada convinces a group of uneducated puppets zoning is good for them, well then the sheep in Canadas little government will follow. Fact is Kahnawake doesnt need zoning because firstly, we dont have enough of a land base to properly zone anything. Most of the remaining land in town is being held for the people by Canada’s MCK, or held in large tracts by individuals. If Canadas MCK were to zone regions of the territory, and then I wanted to open a buisness on my land. It would make it impossible for me or anyone to open a buisness.

Why because Canada’s MCK so far has not released any land to the people in which they can open any type of small buisness. We know they have tried and done several MEGA projects in town but what about the small buisness that make up North America. What if you want to open a small store, where do you open it? Canada’s MCK will not give up an acre of land for you?

So whats the real story behind zoning, its not about keeping a gas station out of a residental neighborhood or trucks from someones yard. Its about future plans to tax and control and whipe out the Mohawk Nation and have a nice good little tax paying bunch of Mohawks.

Once your zoned it opens the door for laws on what you can paint your house, how high your fences can be and how big your driveway is. Regardless of what your neighbor thinks, your going to be regulated into submission.

So whats the alternative? There are many alternatives but Canadian sponsored white government style regulation and control surely isnt one of them.

Though, your going to get zoning rammed down your throats whether you want to or not. They will be able to control where buisnesses go, what can be opened and who can open them, because thats what regulation leads to ultimate control of the population.

Good luck to those who remain faithful to Canada’s MCK, because I dont pledge any allegiance to there white dogma or there government…… My allegiance is to the constitution of the Haudenosaunee Confederacy and the foundations that govern it whether fully functional or not.

k - thanks

I cant sleep tonight…. So I’m writing another note…

I’m not sure what to write though….. I’ve got a few odd thoughts I want to write about but I dont think they have boiled in my mind enough to get them all out….

So I’m going to babble here with nothing really much to say…

I think death is on my mind tonight…. went to a wake… I think its got me for words.

I look at life and think how short it is sometimes, how some of us are lucky to be alive and how some of us should have been dead ten times over. I am greatful in about the fact Im still here, and havent gone ahead of the living yet.

I think back to all the people I know and think, while your here seek out the goodness the wonderful things in life. I think how I’m greatful to have lived a decent life, how I’ve had the priviledge to have what I have and had. Life isnt so great sometimes….

I am greatful for all the things life has given me, all the smells, the sounds, sights and interesting human things we have created. I’m greatful for all the people in my life, all the things they have put up with and all the things they have done for me.

Its hard to think about life and not talk about death, because one day I to will be dead. One day I will be a cold slab on some coroners meat counter. Its not a bad thing being part of the cycle of life. I will go back to where we came from below my feet into the ground, and hopefully someone wont put me in a steel box.

I think about my life and wonder will I live long enough to have kids. Will I live long enough to find someone to live and grow old with. Will I live long enough to be able to make someone pancakes in the morning, or give them a kiss good bye. I wonder if I will meet that special someone so I to one day can buy them a god damn rock that de beers has made rare. I wonder if I’ll ever get the urge to ask someone to marry me, before I fall to the ground.

I think about my life will anyone really believe I love them, or will anyone understand what I love so much about them since to live I think is to love something about life.

I live my life trying to find the love in it I think even though I dont look at it that way everyday. We try to find our ways to be happy, our ways to make people smile and ways to remember. All little pieces of love in our lives.

I have lived this long in life, I have not found love yet, only from apple pie and ice cream. I have lived long enough to know maybe its time to have kids someday. Live long enough to teach them some of the weird things I know, and attempt to pass on my genetic chaos.

I have lived long enough to have learned grief, pain, suffering and happiness. I’ve lived my life long enough to know that personal greed doesnt lead me to personal satisfaction, but I do like buying books and hoarding them lol…. I have learned making someone smile is worth more than $100 any day. I have learned on my own that other peoples happiness sometimes makes me happier.

I havent lived long enough in life to learn everything. I havent lived long enough to share my soul with someone, or figure out if I even have one. I havent lived long enough to get a pension for old age, but I screwed up my knees so the Military gave me one instead. I havent lived long enough to experience gray hair but I think there is one somewhere but I cut is so short I cant tell.

Over all I have lived enough to know that the only thing missing in my life now besides a plumber for my bathroom is love itself. I have lived long enough to know that I could be all wrong, and everything could go wrong.

Beyond that… I’m greatful to be alive, and saddened by those whom have passed…

K - more mindless chatter from me

I went to the longhouse tonight…. I cannot stop thinking what a terrible tragedy for someone so nice. I think why is it all the shit happens to the nicest of people. I just wish my deepest condolences to the family, friends, and aquaintances.

I cannot think of much more to say….

I think dreams are great sometimes, you sit there and you dream about things. You sit there and wonder what if, what would happen, and you use your mind to visualize.

I dream of alot of things over the course of the year, everything from food to funny looking cars. I dream of getting a plumber to actually show up to finish the job, and even falling down my stairs again. Even though there lying next to my house for a little while….

I watched a movie last week and I sat there and dreamed of what it would be like to be in that movie. The movie was full of heart ache, love and a sureal happyness I dont think exists. I say it probably dont exist because I think back, I think a little further and I look around. There arent very many movie lives out there, though there are alot of good people with one another.

I used to dream of hotrods, no not the meat sticks they sell for 75cents. I used to dream of playing drums until I figured out I sucked, and I used to dream about being an astronaught, but 20000 miles per hour in a rocket, and a sucky space program might have been a stretch. I dreamed of dinosaurs, I dreamed of huge cities and armies when I used to play LEGO late at night. I remember dreaming of all kinds of things while playing with my matchbox toys.

Society told me to go to school and get an education, so I could fulfill my dreams. I went to UMASS I studied I think I learned to read and in the process I read several hundred books, and dreamed even more. The book SEGU made me dream about whites killing Africans, and I dreamed of women at beer bashes. I dreamed of graduating from the place and not having any loans, I was wrong I had loans.

I reduced my dreams to what I realize was rational, and real over the course of time. They told me I could be anything I want, which was bullshit… There really is certain things you cannot do….

I took my dreams and took out all the material bullshit, all the fake shit and I learned there is a thing called happiness. I learned that going to the mall for me is not happiness. I learned that buying stuff to make me happy no longer made me happy, though we all need and have things, and hobbies. It just didnt do it for me.

My dreams grew from wild insane things we thought of in highschool, to simply existing and being happy.

Today I dream of owning a farm not because I want to work like a dog and have lots of cows. But because I want to grow corn, beans and squash. I want to grow vegetables and flowers and trees, and enjoy the grass and the sunshine, and have lots of cats and dogs roaming the place.

I dream of lying in the sun, drinking coolade, and driving my shitty old tractor across a dry dusty field. I dream of tapping maple trees and making pancakes for someone early in the morning. I dream of picking vegetables, and fruit to give away. I dream of growing a hundred feet of John Cabbot roses and delivering them to a friend who is sad.

I dont expect to change the world, I dont expect to change anyone, I dont think I’ll ever be better than anyone, nor do I want to be or think I’m better than anyone. I just think my happiness can be spread like wind, slowly casting its spell from one tree to another.

I think dreams are more fun when you share them, when you let them grow and use them to make people smile and enhance the quality of peoples lives.

Dreams to me, are something that if you add love, devotion and honesty to them, can make a life time of memories and happiness. But what the hell do I know…. Right this is just a thought….

k - keep dreaming

The flowers come in the spring, and they sing and dance for us in the cool breezes. They dance and bob and the bees fly around them checking every last one for nectar, doing the flowers work for them.

Petals on the flowers bounce around like little blades of grass, only they usually arent green. If your lucky enough to grab the flowers you can pull the leaves off. She loves me, she loves me not, till every last petal is off the flower and your left with a meger stem.

Its stem protrudes through the weeds and blades of grass it lives next to, shining bright in a sea of green. An ocean of green in a miniture world of ants, bees and bugs, we often look past never caring to see what goes on.

The summer I see the bees as my friends, they are pieces of my soul and my world. They come along, friends to the plants, and funny to me. DEfending there little houses like we defend our jewels, and we slaughter them like humans. The bees still are my friends, I dont kill them, I dont long to swat them away. I stare and watch there fuzzy little bodies, weave and bob, and buzz all over.

I still like the flowers though, even if there are no bees, no ants or wind blowing. How they grow so beautiful in the middle of no where, you wonder why so beautiful, with no one to admire them. Yet they do get admired, by bees and other flying insects. Even those pesky deer like eating the flowers and ruining stupid human gardens for a taste of goodness…

What would life be without bees and flowers?

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