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Monday, December 27, 2010

Ring out the Old
As 2010 oozes under the door, everybody is posting the "best of 2010, the Worst of 2010, the Top...the Bottom, etc. of 2010", I reflect that in 3 short months I will be 70 years old. I've been around the world and to the State Fair of Texas, so I guess I've done a lot more than I thought I would at age 35! Although I've given up two fingers, lived with cataracts, diabetes, and sundry aches and pains, it's been a good life. Definitely quiet compared to the parachute jumpers, bungee bouncers, druggies and Tea Partyers.
Resolutions for the New Year? Why bother? I'll live life one day at a time. No maga-million lottery winnings because I don't buy the tickets. No steamy sex life because I'm happy with my wife of 45 years.
Started a Master's Degree in Political Science, then learned that it wasn't the study of government, but the pseudo-science of statistics. Found out that Sam Houston State University was just another money-grubbing business, not an institution of higher learning; constantly raising fees and tuition to build, build, build! The latest project is an Alumni party place, so all of the old grads can come back and get sloshed at current student's (or their parents) expense! It is going big-time into "on-line" courses and those taught at a satellite campus 40 miles away. Yup, rather than walking 5 blocks to take courses on the main campus, you have to drive to the Woodlands for your course.
The University of Phoenix II is in the future. They will eminent domain everything in downtown Huntsville that isn't part of the prison kingdom, then Huntsville won't have a property tax base at all because it all belongs to the State or has been given tax abatement status.

Hullabaloo, kineck, kineck!

Thursday, December 16, 2010


No Talent America - The Saga of Bristol Palin

It's amazing that this talentless bimbo got to the finals on DWTS.



Add one more to the club of Paris Hilton, Nicole Ritchie, and the Kardashian litter!

Why do the young idolize this bunch of losers?

She looks like she has a very dry corncob inserted in her anatomy!

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

The Foolish Generation
We have had the Flapper Era, the Depression Kids, the Baby Boomers, the "Me" generation, the Beat Generation, Gen X, etc.

What do we call the current crop of young adults? How will they be known. I suggest that the label "The Foolish Generation" might well apply.

1. Social networking-Children barely into puberty are posting onto Facebook, MySpace and other social interaction sites text and pictures of themselves that open them up to assault, kidnapping, rape and murder. And that information will be there for years to come. A prospective employer, college admission office, future father or mother-in-law can read stuff that you would never want then to see. And from the writing styles I have seen, they will label you as a total waste of time and effort.

2. Tattoos and piercings- Look cool and let you see a moment in your life. SURE! And is that moment going to be something that you really want to remember 15 years from now?
"Well people ought to be fair and not pass judgement on my lifestyle. If I want to ink up, what business is it of my employer?"
Remember that he is paying you to represent his business, not your spur-of-the-moment snap decision when you were high. If you are sleeved out with a bunch of poorly executed tats, who wants you to work for them. "Love" and "hate" on your fingers will not lead you to the executive floor. Teardrops from your eyes won't get any sympathy from the loan officer, scholarship committee, or H.R. department head.

3. Cell phones, texting, etc.- You already have a strike against you as being a young, inexperienced driver. Don't compound the problem by talking or texting while you are driving. The funeral home already has plenty of business, why add to it?

4. Casual unprotected sex- There are STDs out there that they haven't named, much less found a cure for. Saying "It's not as intense wearing a condom!" seems to pale in comparison to having it fall off when penicilin doesn't work.

5. Drugs - They are expensive, they will hold you in bondage, destroy your health and kill you.
Why go through that?

6. Driving and/or walking while plugged in - Living in a University town I see countless ex high school seniors walking around campus and the city streets deeply immersed in their I Pods, Walkmans, or other music players, with the dual umbilical cords screwed into each ear tightly so the 150Db "music" won't leak out. Unfortunately, street noise doesn't leak in either, and they are totally unaware of vehicular traffic. This would only be a problem at intersections, but these babes in the woods don't understand the difference between streets and sidewalks. They will walk right up the center of a street with their back to the traffic in total oblivion. I guess that it is the school's way of getting rid of the Darwin Award candidates without having to flunk them and lose the tuition money.
And the drivers who are so distracted that they run stoplights 10 seconds after they have changed color need to wake up before they kill a pedestrian who was obeying the law (almost an oxymoron) and was crossing the street in the walkway, with the light).

Trying to keep the funeral home's business at a minimum, I am,

Winter Owl

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I am reasonably well educated, have seen a lot of the world, and am somewhat a skeptic.

I can't figure how an American, coming from a literate society, could fall for the Nigerian 419 scams that fill the internet.

For example, here is one I got this morning with my comments in ( ).

HELLO, (All Caps? Don't you know the etiquette of not SHOUTING in your posts?)

I AM BARR.DAVID JONES (Not David Jones, Barrister) OF RITA LEGAL PRACTITIONERS AND PROPERTY CONSULTANTS LONDON, UK. THE PERSONAL ATTORNEY (you already said you were a barrister already! Who are you trying to convince?) TO THE LATE MR.JOHN DOE (YEAH! Sure) AN AMERICAN NATIONAL, (That should be a period, not a comma, Mr. Barr.) MR JOHN DOE WAS A CONTRACTOR WITH AN OIL COMPANY HERE IN UK TILL 2006.UNFORTUNATELY MR.JOHN DOE WAS INVOLVED IN AN AUTO ACCIDENT HERE IN BIRMINGHAM UK WITH HIS WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN AND HAS SINCE BEEN BURIED GRACEFULLY HERE IN UK. (Does that mean they didn't drop the casket down the stairs leaving the funeral chapel?)

HOWEVER,THE REASON I HAVE DECIDED TO CONTACT YOU IS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO PRESENT YOU AS A FAMILY MEMBER TO MR.JOHN DOE (Knock,knock on the headstone! Mr. Doe, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Vann, who is now your family member.) SINCE I COULD NOT LOCATE ANYONE RELATED TO HIM YET WITH ALL MY EFFORT.(Now that shouldn' be hard. There are millions of John Doe's and Jane Doe's in America. Although many of them are wearing toe tags already, there are still a ton of them living!) THE PURPOSE FOR THAT IS TO ENABLE US (to) WORK TOGETHER TO CLAIM THE FUND DEPOSITED BY MY DECEASED CLIENT WITH A BANK HERE IN UK, (period again) THE FUNDS ARE AS AT (Which is it? As or at) NOW UNDER THE RISK OF BEING DECLARED UNCLAIMED SOON, AS IT HAS BEEN IN THE CUSTODY OF HIS BANK FOR 2 YEARS NOW WITHOUT CLAIM.(Isn' that just a tad illegal?) THE FUND(s) IN QUESTION IS (are) BRITISH POUNDS FIVE MILLION NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY THOUSAND POUNDS (now what Englishman is going to write his currency values this way?) WHILE THE DEPOSIT REFERENCE IS:ABPLC/PBG/002/99.THE ACCOUNT IS UNDER (it's not UNDER anything if it is pending!) PENDING AND I CANNOT MAKE ANY TRANSFER OR WITHDRAWAL FROM THE ACCOUNT TILL I GET A NEXT OF KIN FOR MY LATE CLIENT TO CLAIM THE FUNDS DIRECTLY FROM THE BANK.

IF THIS PROPOSAL IS OKAY BY YOU (if I am willing to commit international bank fraud, misrepresentation, and a host of other crimes),DO GET BACK TO ME TO ENABLE ME DISCLOSE FURTHER DETAILS CONCERNING THE TRANSACTION AS WELL AS DISCUSS THE MODALITIES (Have all Nigerian scammers learned a new word this week modalities)FOR ITS EXECUTION WHICH IS UNDER SEVEN WORKING DAYS.
LEST I FORGET,I WILL BE OFFERING YOU 50% OF THE TOTAL FUND FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THIS VENTURE. (Yes, let us not forget the hook that will make you want to risk Federal Prison, if this was true)

I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU. (You are looking to hear) (I will listen for your letter?)

BEST REGARDS,
BARR.DAVID JONES.
Still doesn't get it.
(David Jones, Barrister
Rita Legal Practitioners, Property Consultants and Fishmongers)

It must be pure greed that draws them in. White Man's disease!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Only two days have gone by and the Redbud trees are painting the neighborhood a bright crimson. The plum tree is about 1/3 full of blossoms and the fragrance is spreading across the neighborhood. Soon the Bluebonnets will display their glory along with the Indian Paintbrush.
Genealogical Society meeting tomorrow, at the college library.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Spring is around the corner. Noticed that there are buds on the wild plum tree in the front yard. Soon the air will be inundated with the heady aroma of the plum blossoms.
I have six tomato plants out in my "Square foot Garden" and they are tall, proud, green and soaking in the sun.
My strawberries are both blooming and setting fruit. Green right now but soon to be red. Then I have to fight the squirrels and robins for the juicy, sweet, tender fruit! Not those gargantuan off-red fiberous cardboard-tasting clones from Mexico!
The azaleas are thrusting their ruby red blossoms up and out, defying the gloom of late winter.

Life is good!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

"Reality Shows" and the people who watch them
Both Bollywood and Television have fallen into predictable patterns. (Yawn)
Either there is no one who can write an original script, or there is no one willing to pay a writer.

Bollywood just scrapes an old movie out of its archives, finds a group of (ahem)actors to play the parts, and hopes the audience will come for the title and noteriety of the current "talent".


Television, the vast wasteland of 50 years ago, is in a similar quagmire. There must not be anyone who can write screenplays to fit the 27" venue either. So they stage a bunch of fake reality shows to fill in the gap between infomercials and commercials. Whether it is the "drama-packed" crap like Survivor, Lost, or Big Brother; the "romance" genre like Bachelor, or the "entertainment" drivel like American Idle, Project Runway, Dancing with the Scars, or Wynona Judd's hog calling contest with "Cowboy" Troy, it is shameful to put it on the air for sensable people to watch.

But I guess that's the problem! There are far too many people out there who don't have a life and couldn't buy one with the prize from the Superball lottery. So they sit in front of the big, wide, digitally enhanced, full color, surround sound home theatre system in their schlock recliner, and revel in the drama of a bunch of wannabe actors and Jerry Springer trying to dance.

And to make matters even worse, we're now finding the shallowest gene pool of four racial groups and pitting them together to fight it out in the jungle! Get real.
Perhaps we can next get sorority girls from California to have a big hair pull with co-eds from Vassar and Smith College! Rah rah Rah!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Absolutely amazing! After another year of total blogging inactivity, I search and find this still sitting in a dusty corner waiting for my musings.

I will be setting up a booth at the Texas State Genealogy Convention in Fort Worth, Texas on the last weekend in October.

Some other dates worth mentioning are:

The Arkansas Genealogy Convention in Little Rock, AR. in July 2007. This looks to be a two day gig, with Friday being storytelling and history/culture/lifestyle of Cherokees and Saturday being Genealogy.

In August (date pending) I will present at the Austin, Texas Genealogy society for a short program (most likely) or a Saturday workshop.

October sees me winging my way to Garden City Kansas (Yes Toto, we're back in Kansas!) This is the Kansas State Society and another full day presentation.

I am currently available for engagements any time else as long as I can schedule it around my College teaching.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Hey! I'm still here!
Almost another year has flown by since my last post. But the situation remains the same.
We re-selected the Boob of our choice to occupy El Casa Blanca for another four years. We are up to over 1500 Americans killed in the two month pacified Iraq. We are beating our chests psyching ourselves out to invade either Syria or Iran. and our Budget is about to take another 81 billion dollar hit to finance the continued police action across the globe.

And our Administration has come up with the idea of saving $300 million by cutting off food to the poor, rather than reducing subsidies to Agribusiness to not grow crops. Well, that's a plan. If you starve the poor, that cuts back on entitlements, health care costs, housing, and all of those other pesky expensive programs. And Montsanto really needs the extra bucks to develop patented seeds that are not self-reproducing so the farmer has to buy new seed every year rather than save some back!


Thursday, February 12, 2004

How we wind up with morons as Presidents

One of the reasons that our country is in such deep doo-doo is the way we choose our leaders. We keep a 200+ year old system simply because that's the way the writers of the Constitution wrote it! If we applied this concept to daily life, mail would be carried through the woods on horseback, we would be writing with quill pens dipped in ink and cooking on the fireplace hearth.

It produced a very minority representative system (the minority was the white male property owners) who selected the delegates to the electoral Congress. They believed that they were granted authority from "Ghod" (like Rush) to select the President. It took so long because they had to walk or ride horses to get to Washington, and it was the middle of winter!

Do we have better alternatives today? Well there are ways to get to the polls easier than then. All votes can be quickly and easily counted (excepting for them damm hanging chads), and the results are available in California for three hours before their polls close. The media has already predicted far ahead who's going to win, so countless, mindless voters either don't bother to vote, or simply say, "Since he's going to win anyhow, I'll just vote for him too."

Many favor direct voting. But let's look at a primary election where all states vote on the same day (no Super Tuesdays). There were 9 Democratic candidates this season. Only about 40% of those who are able, even bother to register to vote. About 15% of those registered voters go out to vote. (Follow the math . . . That’s 15% of the 40% of those who COULD vote). That's SIX PERCENT of the people who could be making the choices. And they are not representative of the young, the minorities, the poor, etc.

Next step - With a one-time primary vote and 9 candidates running; a close race could see one candidate winning with as little less than 12% of the votes (winner-take-all). That’s 12% of 6%, or ZERO-POINT-SEVENTY TWO PERCENT (0.72%) of those who should be making the choices. That person becomes our choice in November, running against the other party’s candidate.

To show it easier, for every million potential voters, 400,000 register. Then 60,000 turn up at the polls. 7,200 would elect the candidate if the votes were fairly evenly divided. That's no better than the other system, is it?

If 80% of those who could register and vote did so, that would be 800,000 of that million, or about 100,000,000 American adults, and we could believe that this person, statesman, boob, moron, is the wish of the American people.

Saturday, January 17, 2004

I'm sure glad the war is over

Are you aware that the US lost about 140 soldiers and Marines in Iraq from the first bomb until the li'l shrub told us the war was over, wearing his pretty pilot suit. That compared with the '91 war's 135 deaths.

But gosh! Now that we aren't at war any more, we have had another 360 killed. And that doesn't count the British, Italian, or other Coalition soldiers, UN and Red Cross workers, etc.

And now the REservists and National Guardsmen are being told that they won't be released, even though their service commitment has expired. Yeah, I know that during WWII the soldiers signed up for the duration plus six months. But that was for the duration of the WAR, plus six months to get them back and out. Peace in Iraq was declared over 7 months ago, and there's no end in sight. Neither are those pesky WMD's.

And as they rotate out the Regulars, we are told it will take 15-18 months to re-fit them to go back. What happens if there is another war somewhere else? All of our resources are committed to forcing democracy down the Islamic world's throat. Who is there to sent to a war?

And, close the window over there, because the DRAFT is coming back. Probably after Election Day, if we continue to populate the Casa Blanca at 1600 Penn. Ave. with Shrubbery and Halliburton.

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

It's an abomination!

I just got this from a friend in Oklahoma. It details an event that took place around Thanksgiving 2003. Who could believe that we would do this to ourselves, when we raise so much cain about the Euros who steal our bones and funiary artifacts? Is it alright for the Cherokee Nation government to condone this by inaction, and yet go to war with the Smithsonian Institution? How can the Tribal Council and Chief be any more honorable than the pipeliners and housing developers, who are also raping the graves of the People?

"Sunday morning dawned cold, soggy and cloudy, with temperatures near freezing and a trickle of rain still falling from a heavy, early morning shower.
But poor weather conditions didn't keep a group of 15 protesters from speaking out against the construction of a storage facility on what was once a cemetery for orphaned children.
On a leaf litter lot across from Sequoyah High School, the group gathered to remember the adults and children buried in the lot, and to draw attention to the construction of storage lockers on a burial ground.
The protest was spawned by concerns over additional construction of buildings on the land.
A lone monument stands in the middle of the muddy field, the only indication anyone was buried there. All the headstones were lost over time, along with many records about the burial ground, said John Ketcher.
The 83-year-old Ketcher, a former Cherokee Nation deputy chief and tribal council member, has been researching the cemetery for many years.
"This is where the orphanage buried those who passed away if the families didn't claim them or didn't want them, or who had no family," Ketcher said.
Ketcher remembers seeing the stones and monuments through the trees while playing and hunting as a child, but he didn't really know what it was.
The land wasn't maintained, though, and after a while, the trees and weeds took over and the land was declared surplus. The grave stones and monuments were eventually removed.
"I don't really know what happened to the monuments," Ketcher said.
Eventually the land was sold to a private individuals, and the burial ground was forgotten.
In the early morning light, muffled by the thick, gray, cottony clouds overhead, the protesters gathered in a circle to pray for the children.
Sandra Pallie organized the protest, and as the cold, blustery wind forced her to don gloves and stocking cap, she explained why she was out there.
"There's construction on hallowed ground; there are children buried here," Pallie said. "I don't know that they should be building on this hallowed ground. I think it's a dishonor to build on a grave site, on anybody's gravesite."
She believes she has an aunt buried in the lot, but said her main concern is for the children buried there who cannot speak for themselves.
"These children didn't have any say in this at all," she said. "These were orphans, and they were not given a proper resting place."
Despite her concerns, Pallie doesn't begrudge the landowner for doing what he did. She said he probably didn't know about the burial ground when he bought the land, and was only informed of it later.
"I don't have any grief against the owner," Pallie said. "He's probably just trying to make a living and has mortgages to pay."
Pallie would like to purchase the property and turn it into a monument for the children buried there.
"I would love to raise some money to purchase the land," Pallie said. "I would like to be able to offer the owner a fair price for it."
Following the prayer services, flowered wreaths were placed in the ditch near a white fence, as a memorial for the children. In the distance, the stone monument - the only indication that this land was once a burial ground - sits solitary, surrounded by red, muddy earth.
As the protesters began to disband, ready to get out of the freezing cold wind, one stopped to speak to Pallie.
"Thanks for bringing this to light," he said."

This really sucks, readers.

Friday, January 09, 2004

Hey, it's been a while!

But this Pete Rose thing really has me bugged!

Hiz majesty said,
"Now you're coming clean, and it's not good enough," he said Thursday during a 30-minute interview with The Associated Press. "It's not right. So how can I win? How can I win if people aren't going to be fair with me?"

O.K. Senior Hustle, how have you been fair with the people? For years you lied about gambling. Then you said it was only horses. Then you admitted to other sports. Eventually you got around to the dreaded word, baseball, but it was never your team. Now your gambling buddies say it was 5 times a week, and you bet on your own team! And they claim you never bet when the poor pitchers were on the mound.

So what's fair, Pete? You've conned the fans for years and you now want forgiveness, the Hall of Fame and the opportunity to manage a Major League team again? You are so deep in delial that you can't see reality!

You once agreed with your shrink that you had a gambling addiction and that you needed to avoid all betting, even on the ponies. Now you say it's O.K. because you only do it occasionally, and that it's only for fun.

Let me give you a tip, Pete. Find another way to have fun. Take your wife out to dinner. Do more stuff with your kids. Sign some baseballs for FREE for charity. Get a life!

I' sorry, folks, but a lifetime ban should last until you are planted in the ground, six feet under! You knew the rules. You chose to violate them constantly. You have lied about it for 14 years. You are still not contrite. Live with it!

Yeah, the druggies have gotten away with it, but that's wrong too. Strawberry should have been banned early. Others too. They aren't role models either!

'Nuff said.

Monday, July 14, 2003

VISITING DELAWARE AND PHILLY
I just got back from a grueling 4200 mile trip to the "first State" and Philly-delphia.
These events occurred during the long 4th of July holiday weekend. They produced a conflicting mosaic of emotions and images.

First, the computer gave great directions to get to the downtown historical district, and there was a parking garage a block from the Liberty Bell and the Trolly headquarters. I recommend that everybody takes the trolly tour with a day pass. You can stay on for the full circle, then decide what you want to see next and get off there.

The Liberty Bell was a major disappointment, as the Park Service guide spent her 10 minute lecture telling us that all we had heard about the bell was false, that it was not cracked celebrating the Declaration of Independence, etc. A major wait to get in to see it, plus there was full-scale security there. Had to go through metal detectors, empty pockets, the whole nine yards. Dangerous weapons such as pocket knives, embroidery scissors, metal fingernail files are forbidden. The guard lets you keep them if you promise to not take them out of your pocket or purse the whole time you are in the area. Like I destroyed the Liberty bell with a pair of embroidery scissors! Film at 11:00 on Eyewitness News.

The visual grandeur of Independence Hall was lost among the skyscrapers and weekend traffic, and Carpenters' Hall, where the Declaration was debated, was crammed between modern office buildings. It was almost like nobody really gave a damn about those shrines except the tourists. So if you go, don't go the day after the Fourth (it's twice as busy, as everyone waits to avoid the 4th of July Crowd).

Now for the conflicting emotions. People from around the world were there. From Estonia to India, these visitors looked on these relics as Catholics would view the Shroud of Tourin, or a sliver of "the True Cross" But in reality, they are no more than relics, symbols of a dead dream ****Liberty and Justice for All****. The propaganda mill has been pumping it out like a manure spreader for over 225 years. And like manure, it has produced a lot of ground cover to hide reality.

The Boston Tea Party was a device created by wealthy smugglers to cause resentment for the Englis tea taxes. But English tea, even with the taxes, was cheaper than the smugglers' brew. They dressed up like Indians to storm the ship, giving our People a bad name and shifting the blame.

The Declaration of Independence and Constitution were written to benefit wealthy white landowning males. "We've got it, and we're damned sure going to control how the government protects us." The Whisky Rebellion proved to the farmers that they weren't running anything, the War of 1812 was fought to protect American sea trade (we were selling war goods to the French, which pissed off the English, who started siezing our ships and taking their deserting sailors back for a good dose of hanging). Then came the clearing out of the Indians, to give land to the landless Europeans, or selling it in great offers like Austin had done in Texas. The Mexican War was for land expansion and to retain the Territory of the new state, Texas.

The gold rush, followed by the Silver Stampedes, put the settlers on the West Coast, in the quest for wealth, if you can take the land away from the Indians.

Then came the War Between the States (the Civil War or the War For Southern Independence). This was fought less over slavery than over the financial leverage of the North vs. the South.

The the Transcontinental railroads, more land theft, given to the railroads to finance the building.
Then came the Industrial Revolution and War of the Robber Barons, such as Rockefeller, Carnagie, Gould, and others. To hell with the worker as long as we get filthy rich.

The Negro men got the vote, if they could figure out how to make it work, by the 1870's. Women voted in 1922. The Indian was finally given citizenship in 1924.

With that boring bit of history said, it's still the same ol' same ol' today. Congress passes legislation favorable to the few, takes the graft of the pharmiceutical, tobacco, alcohol, and financial interests. The Vice President's old company (now in a "blind trust") gets the contract to rebuild Iraq, the Interior Department has "lost" $10 billion + in Indian Trust fund deposits. Industry pollutes the land, water, air, and isn't held accountable. Full time employment is disappearing as companies realize they can hire two at half-time and not have to pay any health, medical, retirement benefits and not worry about overtime, vacations, or other perks.

"My country, right or wrong!" "Love it or leave it!"
BULLSHIT!

Can we fix it? I doubt it. But it won't be by believing that the Liberty bell means more than a bucket of warm spit.

Saturday, June 21, 2003

The Mating of Eagles

A story told by the Wintu Tribal Elders of California. Narrated by Jery Hale (Ghostbuffalo).



When it comes time for the female Eagle to choose her mate, she prepares
herself for many suitors. And many come before her. She looks them over
quite well and then picks one to fly with for awhile. If she likes the
way he flies she finds a small stick, picks it up and flies high with it.

At some point she will drop the stick to see if the male can catch it.
If he does, then she finds a larger stick and flies with it much higher
this time.

Each time the male catches the sticks, she continues to pick up larger
and larger sticks. When she finds the largest, heaviest stick that she
herself can carry, the stick is at this point almost the size of a small
log! But she can still fly very high with this large stick. At any time
in this process, if the male fails to catch the stick, she flies away
from him as her signal that the test is now over. She begins her search
all over again. And when she again finds a male she is interested in,
she starts testing him in the exact same way. And she will continue
this"testing" until she finds the male Eagle who can catch all the
sticks.

And when she does, she chooses him, and will mate with him for life.

One of the reasons for this test is that at some point they will build a
nest together high up and will then have their Eaglettes. When the
babies begin to learn to fly, they sometimes fall instead. It is then
that the male must catch his young. And he does! The female Eagle and
their Eaglettes have depended on him to be strong for them. Just as we
Native women and children need to depend upon our Native men. (jan
eesco)

So what I would like to offer to you my friends is this. Sisters, how
well do you "test" your suitors before you allow them into your life?

And my Brothers, how well have you caught the "sticks" for your women
and your children?

Whatever our past has been like, if we need to change, let's do so now
together. Our children are counting on us to make these good choices for
them and for their children. My Sisters, it's time for us to welcome our
Native men back into our Circles. We need to bring balance and harmony
back to our and our communities.

This won't happen until we as men and women can come together and learn
to truly Love one another in a healthy and repectful way. Open your arms
today, we can do this together.

Let's love each other in a good way! Let's love and be faithful like Our
Eagle relatives! Let's learn from their wisdom.

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

El Rushbo

When I was growing up, I remember there being a lot of clowns around to make us laugh. There was Clarabell the Clown on the Howdy Doody Show.
Poor Clarabell was not gifted with speech, but s/he had a great little bicycle horn that made the point. Clarabell was a lot like Harpo Marx, but couldn't play that 85 string bow and arrow. Then there was Bozo the Clown. He was a lot of fun, always a pratfall in the act, big red nose, big feet, and a delight to the kids. From the big top of Ringling Brothers/Barnum and Bailey Circus came Emmett Kelly as the sad faced tramp. Always down on the luck, he could still cause belly laughs. And then there was Red Skelton. His clown was similar to Kelly's but it was one face among a whole circus full within the brain of Red Skelton.

Now I get to listen to another clown on the radio, from 11:00 until 2:00 pm. Only this one doesn't have a clown car. His cigar may be put out, and his red nose is not made of putty or rubber. "From the EIB studios comes the self-aggrandizing pompous voice of El rushbo, the savior of motherhood, the flag, apple pie, and the Amerikan Way of life. His belief system is so far to the white privilege right that he could be the poster child of the back to the Stone Age party.

He claims to speak from the "EIB golden microphone" which is needed to keep the crap spewed onto it from corroding it beyond use. He sits in the "Jabber the Hutt" chair, and has a web cam with a wide angle lense that he turns on at will so his Lilliputian listeners can bask in his virtual presence. Senor Limburger claims that he broadcasts with one half of his brain tied behind his back. It is tied with one of those itty-bitty ponytail bands, 'cause thats all that is needed to keep his brain in place. It is equal in size to the other two lobes of his brain, which are kept inside his jock strap. He claims that his talent is on loan from God. I think God had the repo man out there several years ago to pick it up.

If he were just a comedian, it would be a pretty good schtick. But he has an opinion on everything, and with Clinton out of power, he is slavering at the jowells on any and every issue. Indians- he's again 'em, women- he's again them too, unless they are willing to remain barefoot in the winter, pregnant in the summer, and cookin' him his ham hocks and greens. Hispanics-he's again 'em, unless they are Bush nominees, Blacks-he's again them too, unless they are tame, registered in the Republican Party, and address him as Massa. Liberals-dead, Democrats-likewise, moderate Republicans-are just like Democrats.

Maybe its just a phenomena of our society. Maybe you quit having to think to be a registered Republican. But then, maybe the Democrats have become so brain-dead that they can't find a way to counter his snake-oil salesmanship.

And as Edward R. Murrow used to say when ended his broadcasts, "And that's the way it is."

My opine, Ainit!

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

The Texas prison system reaches new lows

After a hit-and-run attack on senior administrators in the Windham School District, the TDCJ board has done its best to gut the education system repeatedly extolled as the best correctional education program in the U.S., and probably the world.

On Monday, administrators were directed to pass out pink slips to about 35% of school administrators and 18% of teachers. It has been stated that Windham reduces recidivism tremendously, especially among youthful offenders. A G.E.D and a vocational trade has reduced recidivism from 66% to 22%. For those who get an additional two years of an Associates Degree, the rate drops to 11%.

Vocational programs are designed to industry certification standards, whit automotive students receiving ASE certification, building trades students getting the same written and practical training as free-world workers. This applies across the board, meaning that the vocational teachers having to also be certified in those programs, and to also certify as instructors.

All teachers in the system must comply with all certificatication required of public school teachers, including yearly Professional Growth seminars and courses. The average of teachers with a Masters degree exceeds most public schools in Texas. The Republican legislatures thought it a great idea to reduce the Windham budget by 0ver 19%.

So it looks like the TDCJ (Texas Department of Criminal Justice) will once again head back into the 19th Century of ideology.

Saturday, June 14, 2003

White privilege, does it exist and what does it mean?

You are driving down the road, see flashing lights in the rear view mirror, and start figuring out an excuse to give the cop when he arrives at your car.
Then you smile, answer his questions, sign your ticket (or warning), then proceed down the road. That's if you are white, middle aged and have no warrants.

If you are black, hispanic or Indian, the situation is noticeably different. First you are going to wait a while for the cop to run your car registration, license, insurance, police warrants, crimes in the area, etc. through the computer to see if you just might fit a description of someone wanted for something, or be a lawless-type person. Then some sory of offense will be found or invented (cracked tail light, poor tread on a tire, weaving across the lane, not dimming the
headlights, etc.) to justify a search of your car. Then everything will be taken out of the trunk, seats pulled up, everything rifled through to try to find any evidence or a more serious charge. If nothing is found, you will still have to put everything back in the car while the cop tries to taunt you into doing or saying something rash or uncomplementary. You may be frisked, with the hand coming up between your legs rather wuickly and not stopping soon enough at your crotch. You may be handcuffed "for your own safety", with the cuffs tightened a couple of notches past comfortable, and maybe taken down to the station because you appear suspicious. If nothing can be found against you, they will release you in the morning and let you walk back to your car.

God help you if you are a diabetic, and are having a reaction. You are going to be diagnosed in the field as a "drunk Indian", thrown into the drunk tank" and left to spend the night sobering up (without your insulin, pills, or glucose tablets).

Imagine the worst case you ever experienced at any government agency line; DMV, Social Security, housing, food stamps, or voter registration. Then consider that's what your Indian neighbor experiences every time he gets in such a line.

Consider that you are considered always "right" in any social discussion. That God picked the Europeans to take over America because it was His will that good European farmers and merchants were inherently better qualifide to run this country than the Indians who are a bunch of savages who don't have the intelligence or skills to manage anything.

When I lived in South Dakota in the Air Force, Texas started recruiting black officers for the Highway Patrol. The Sodaks kept trying to rub it in that these were the first blacks in the agency. When I asked them why there were no Indian Highway Patrol officers up there, they said, "It's different with the Indians. They are lazy. They are drunks. They will steal everything out of the patrol cars and sell the tires for wine." The story is always the same, just a different minority that only the resident privileged White can decipher.

Well, if your well-meaninged suggestions as to what the poor ignorant heathen savages should do falls on deaf ears, consider it mayby that you are describing the situation with blind eyes.

Winter Owl

Friday, June 13, 2003

For 20 years I have been teaching inmates behind the razor wire, at three separate prisons. The first year I taught at the womwns' maximum security facility "Mountain View". It was the headest year of my life. In Texas, for a woman to get a lot of hard time, they must:
1. Really aggrivate some prominent people back home (like killing the D.A.'s son)
2. Be violently crazy.
3. Be without hope of redemption.

The next year I taught at the "Ferguson" Unit. There I had the gladiators. They are the young violent punks that are trying to prove they are "real men" and are engaged in constant fights, stabbings, etc.

For the last 18 years, it's been at a medium custody prison, with many more older and wiser inmates. Those who know that to do time, you have to do it yourself, and that fighting just gives you broken bones, stab wounds, and possibly death. I spend a part of the day reading a selection from my book of "Thoughts for the day". I'll share some of them because they are meaningful to all. Just substitute non-prison lingo as it happens, although you might get a sense of life in the "iron house" from some of them.

The Field of Dreams
Sometime we carry an attitude at work because we think the job is beneath us, or we resent the fact that others are boss and we aren't. We are in such a tearing hurry to be at the top of the heap! Newlyweds expect to have the same status and "stuff" that their parents have been slaving to get for 20-30 years. Big screen TV, two cars, all new furniture in a luxury apartment wity a pool, hot tub, and 300 channels of cable TV. Gen X and Y expects to leave college and enter the world of work near the top, with a private office, a secretary, an unlimited espense account, and a limo at their beck and call. The idea of "paying dues" to acquire these luxuries never seems to occur to these young people.

Don't expect instand wealth. Remember the tortise and the hare. Slow steady progress and improvement leads to rewards more surely than the "fast burner" who burns out. As we grow in personal stature, we grow into more responsible energy. People will want to hire us and to work with us. Our success will come almost without effort. Things will just happen.

You can have a fantastic resume', but if you have a crappy personality, the going will be rough for you. Awards, honors and experiences can give you a foot in the door, but you have to have something else to make them like you and want you to stay.

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

Diabetes kills and maims Native Americans 7 times more than whites

Seriously, diabetes is not conquerable unless you can get a kidney/pancreas transplant.

Diabetes is CONTROLLABLE, with the realization that it's there and that you have to modify your lifestyle in dealing with it.

The magic word is not "sugar", its carbohydrates. Add fresh vegetables that are high fiber and low carb. Wheat, rice, potato, and corn are high carb foods. There are a variety of nutrition guides out there that will help you understand what is good nutrition. Write me if you want further tips.

If you aren't exercising now, start! Walking is as good as jogging, if not better. Park at the far end of the parking lot when you go to the store. Take the stairs rather than the elevator if it's only 2-3 stories.

Drink lots of water. You will have to purge as much sugar from your system as possible, so drink 8 glasses a day.

Tame the tiger early and you will be able to live long and healthy.

The American Diabetes Association publishes good information on the web. Go to http://www.diabetes.org/

Here is a sample of some of the articles on their page.

You've heard it a million times. Diabetes care is up to you. But it's easier said than done. Staying motivated 24 hours a day, seven days a week can tire anyone out.

Of course, the more you stick to your plan of care, the healthier and more energetic you will feel. But what if you lose your drive? If you find you're in a slump, you might want to check to see if your emotions are getting in the way of good self-care. Three common culprits are denial, depression, and anger. You can learn to spot when these feelings are disrupting your self-care.

Denial

Denial is that voice inside repeating: "Not me." Most people go through denial when they are first diagnosed with diabetes. "I don't believe it. There must be some mistake," they say.

That first reaction is not the real problem. In fact, it's so common that some doctors think it's part of the process of accepting the diagnosis.

The trouble comes when you keep on denying your diabetes. Long-term denial stops you from learning what you need to know to keep yourself healthy.

Why deny?

Sometimes denial serves a purpose. It is a way of coping with bad news. It can keep you from getting overwhelmed and depressed. It lets you accept news little by little, when you are ready.

But denial can return later on because it seems easier. Denying that your diabetes is serious lets you avoid self-care. It shields you from the fact that diabetes is a lifelong, chronic illness, which, if left untreated, can result in complications. Denial also lets your family and friends pretend that "nothing is wrong."

Doctors who do not specialize in diabetes care may fuel your denial. They may talk about a "mild" case of diabetes or say there is "just a touch of sugar" in your blood. Though well-meaning, these terms send the wrong message. What you hear is "Don't worry. Your diabetes is not serious enough to hurt you."

Spotting denial

Denial has a few catch phrases. If you hear yourself thinking or saying them, you are avoiding some part of your diabetes care.

One bite won't hurt.


This sore will heal by itself.


I'll go to the doctor later.


I don't have time to do it.


My diabetes isn't serious. I only have to take a pill, not shots.
Hidden Danger

Because denial can creep into any aspect of diabetes self-care, it can be dangerous. Any denial sabotages your health care.

Not testing It can be a bother to check your blood glucose regularly. You may decide you "know" what your blood glucose is by how you feel. But a meter is a much better measure of blood glucose than feelings are.

Ignoring your meal plan Changing eating habits and food choices is tough. When your doctor told you to see a dietitian, follow a meal plan, and change your eating habits, maybe you thought to yourself:

It's too expensive to see a registered dietitian.


I can't ask my family to change what they eat. I don't want to eat alone or fix two meals.


There's no place to buy healthy food where I work.


It's too hard to bring my lunch.
Eating right may not be as difficult as you think. A dietician can help you put together a plan that meets your personal needs.