The Mohawk Manifesto

MNN_188_Mohawk_Manifesto_sep_9_05  The legal framework that proves by Rule of Law that First Nations are indeed sovereign.  This is because Canada is in fraud and treason unto itself as it has never obeyed Queen Anne’s Royal Order which says all indigenous peoples must be dealt with on a nation to nation basis with a third, neutral party.

 

 

 

 

Occupy , October 15th

Wall Street, Kiss Your Knackers Goodbye!

Stephen Harper’s Police State

Doesn’t HE look grand?  From the first throws of holding office , Steve’s done nothing but a series of playing dress-up and enacting the game….only, in real life.   So he’s made Canada a police state.   My what fun, for him!  Bullies don’t really have any concern about the people they’re hurting, the toxic environment they’re creating, only about their game time and if Mommy might have a nice piece of apple pie waiting for them at the end of their long play.

Here’s his ‘big move’.  And here’s how it really plays out – Pot growers will serve more time than pedophiles!

“Producing six to 200 pot plants nets an automatic six-month sentence, with an extra three months if it’s done in a rental or is deemed a public-safety hazard. Growing 201 to 500 plants brings a one-year sentence, or 1½ years if it’s in a rental or poses a safety risk.

The omnibus legislation imposes one-year mandatory minimums for sexually assaulting a child, luring a child via the Internet or involving a child in bestiality. All three of these offences carry lighter automatic sentences than those for people running medium-sized grow-ops in rental property or on someone else’s land.

A pedophile who gets a child to watch pornography with him, or a pervert exposing himself to kids at a playground, would receive a minimum 90-day sentence, half the term of a man convicted of growing six pot plants in his own home.

The maximum sentence for growing marijuana would double from seven to 14 years, the same maximum applied to someone using a weapon during a child rape, and four years more than for someone sexually assaulting a kid without using a weapon.”

I wonder if Steve likes corgies?

Who Needs Photoshop?

The Devil Wears Prada, Christy Wears Nada

 

 

What’s this?  Christy Clark showing off her finery?  If the Emporer has no clothes at least Christy might look better then him parading naked down Government Street,  but all it would serve to do is let us know what we already do:  Clark is all about money, making money, spending money, perhaps even eating money for dessert (chocolate moose toppled with loonies?).  In the end, if The Devil wears Prada then what  exactly is Christy wearing?  Nada.  Nothing. Zip.  She was too stupid to ask anything in return!

You want transparency in government?  You need look no further then Christy Clark’s very visible flip-flopping.

Yes, Christy, families this and that.  Yes, Christy, money to go here, no wait, money to go there, wait….move it under the window sill….no, no, no, it looks better under the painting.  So how are we to have any faith that today’s HST referendum count will be respected in any way?    55% of the people who voted on the HSt referendum voted to kick it out.  The B.C. Liberals like to play ‘hide the peanut’, so Kevin Falcon’s seemingly sincere adddress on the HST flop could have us going all over the map.  I trust him like I trust NO liberal…and that’s simply purely pragmatic, there’s no conspiracy theories here.

And how about the gloating Bill van der Zalm?  EW!  MSM hasn’t picked up on the fact that the NDP did it’s lion share of campaigning to get rid of the HST.   “Oh my darling, Christy-tine”.  I guess Adrian Dix drives a Lada and that’s not enough to impress the permanent press.

Oh gawd, how long are we to be doomed by the Liberals???

Jack Layton. 1950 – 2011

Christy van der Clark

Christy van der Clark

There’s certain rules a B.C. Liberal/Socred must adhere to; cruelty is at the top of the list.  While Bill van der Zalm was busy plucking the wings off flies during his tenure as premier, Christy Clark has begun working on disecting the fly itself (sans anaesthetic).

Christy, you give here, then take there….all in what you call the ‘name of the family’, forgetting that so many families are poverty level and below.  You are in Fantasy Gardens, even wearing Lillian’s trademark headband!

Do yourself and BC a favour….quit lying (it makes your nose grow longer), quit deceiving (it makes breasts sag even more), quit pretending (or your pubic hair will fall out).  All you’re doing is transferring one debt load to another and all the while punishing the impoverished.   We do not want to be part of your fantasy!!!

Families are your priority?  How about the family of humankind?  How about the family of equality?  I think your headband is too tight and before you know it you’ll look like a female Pinnoccio with body parts hanging to the floor and hairless as a chihauhau.  I’m sure Mr. Thatcher-Clark would not like this.

What is North America Truly Asking For?

The turbulence is growing….England, Greece, Spain….where’s next?  It could be our own backyards.

This from Mohawk Clan Mother, Kahentenita Horn:

Youth Riots – Ravenous Hunger for Freedom  

 

MNN.  August 9, 2011.  People and animals don’t live or breed well in captivity, unless they think they are free.  Indigenous had mental, physical and spiritual freedoms.  Europeans were born into cages, conditioned to be obedient to their masters.  They can’t see the horror of their slavery because it is too painful to look at directly.  Europeans have tried to bring everybody else into the cage with them.  We can only be kept in cages we refuse to see.  To see the cage is to leave it. 

 

Tales From The Project – #2

Ain’t that a pretty view?  And it’s mine, all mine!

I’m still adjusting to life in the projects…the neighbourhood is sweet .  I’ve gotten most of the bus routes downpat and like to ride my bike downtown; it’s an easy route with a small hill that allows me to coast back downhill.

There’s a million Chinese elders in the building, most whom don’t speak english, but like to wave and say ‘hello’.  They make me feel tall.  I can’t imagine how they got here and what they left behind.  People complain about them not speaking english and all I can say is that if I lived in a place that was filled with poverty and crummy conditions or my parents took me to a new place when I was a teen , I’d probably hang out with ex-pats and merrily speak english all day.  I’m not good at language.  So, there but for the grace of gawd go I.

Rat-man got kicked out.  He was down the hall from me and I’m sure responsible for the cockroaches in my apartment.  Rat-man would leave his junk collecting shopping carts out in the hall and it’s rumoured he had more in his suite.  Professional cleaners have been here a myriad of times hauling garbage out of his room and every time that happens there’s a cockroach crawl in the elevator.  He obviously need assisted living.

The outside of the building is being given a facelift and the workers get to their scaffolding via motorized lifts. The lifts have to be cordoned off and this sets off some of the fellows here.  They start yelling at the workers and are in obvious need of medications….it’s pretty clear: safety is a factor.  The workers have to listen to the bullshit hurled at them and do their best to keep quiet but every now and then they engage in the fire.  Hard not to, I guess.

I like my little suite.  It has it’s downfalls but I’ve grown used to them.  Still, I want to be making money and in a nicer place.  Time, time….time.

Tales From The Project – #1

Building in my new 'hood.

I’m in the projects!  BC Housing came through, finally, after enlisting the help of an NDP MLA who addressed my physical and mental health concerns to the health branch of housing.  Who would have known they had a health branch?  But that’s one of the things about B.C.’s Housing and Social Underdevelopement…it’s a huge puzzle and one person alone can’t tell you everything.  ’They’ say you have to ask….welll if you don’t know what to ask for, that’s no bloody good, is it?

I’m in a terrific neighbourhood….Strathcona…with some of Vancouver’s oldest homes and buildings and it’s a thriving artist and gay community.  Yay.  My building is an asbestos wonder of the 60′s.  I’m on the tenth floor and have a fab view to the east….if you’re standing up.   So I buildt two window sill tables and Homestart was able to find four high stools with backs on them.  I build a ton of shelves, without applying to do so as I figured the bureacracy would have taken a few months and I’d have to submit drawings.  The walls are cinder block , which is great for not being able to hear the neighbours, but required a masonry bit and was loud.  Lucky they were reinforcing the tiles on the outside of the building at the same time so I could coincide my drilling with their noise.  Guerilla rennos!

Craigslist came through for me and I found a nice daybed for $50, and reclaimed a loveseat I adore from my ex.  That, an old persian carpet from a sister, a Chinese chest from my grandparents long ago, a soji screen from another sister, lots of baskets to put on the shelves and fill them with my junk,  my small art collection up, and voila, I have a home.  yes, it’s mine!

When I look out at the ‘hood I am waiting for Model T’s and horse and carriage to go by….I’m a bit thrown off with the mini-vans and sedans.  I go downstairs and many of the Chinese Elders are gathered there and I think I’m in a different country…..so I’m kinda hooked in to this geographic and time warp.  It’s a bit of a trip but I’m getting used to it.

I haven’t seen a cockroach in over a week now so I’m thinking my diatomaceous earth is working better then the building’s ‘bug paste’.  It also helps that they kicked out the guy down the hall who was bringing his bottle collection carts into the hallway.  At any rate, they’re always nasty to see and while they are tiny here compared to the giant beetle sized ones in Hawaii, the Hawaiian ones at least had an amber beauty to them.  These ones look anemic and sickly.  Ew.

There’s a lot of exploring of the hood to do yet, that will come bit by bit…I’m still isolating, which isn’t good, but joined the community center the other day and hope to get back into Tai Chi.

All’s semi-well on the eastern front.

Stephen Harper’s Fantasy

 

Steve has been lonley since his ‘top’, George W. Bush, has been out of power.  Oh sure, sure, there’s the occasional liason at the ranch, but it’s not enough.  Steve has the driving need to be a ‘bottom’ to someone in the limelight.  So Harper Valley contacted “Name That Fantasy Inc.” where they scientifically probe minds from a distance of not more then 1 mile to extract what’s going on in lala-land.   Yes, Steve wants to be Kate.  He’d die for it.  King and Cuntry.

HV spent a lot of money on this scientifically conducted research, so you can send your dontations in small, unmarked bills in a brown paper bag by the fire hydrant closest to the west side of Parliament Hill.  I know the $$$ will come rushing in!

 

B.C. Housing – The End of Shelterville

 

 

Here it is…Home Sweet Project.  I’m now in a 1960′s BC Housing Project….note the original lino floor and cinder block walls.  Ugly, but hey, I can’t hear my neighbours.  It took two years to finally get my own place , and I had to go through the NDP Housing and Social Developement Critic, Shane Simpson to do it.  I let Shane know that my mental and physical health were deteriorating without stable housing, got him the back up documentation from my doctor ad shrink, and he passed it on to the appropriate people.  Who was to know BC Housing has a seperate health department??????  The things that aren’t told.  Crazy.

I’ve got a love seat , found a daybed on Craigslist (Homestart did provide me with some stuff), and hit Zellers for cheap but decent looking curtains, shelving etc….made tables for the window sill as you can’t see out the window if you’re sitting on a normal chair…..built some shelving (and still building more!!!!)….hit Chinatown for baskets to store my junk in….ay yi yi, it’s been non-stop.  Some friends and sisters have helped out.

Oh ya, I’m on the 10th floor and have a fab east view…maybe a photo of that later.

The place has looked totally bombed out with all my stuff…but how could I possibly throw out that fisherman knit sweater with the holes in it?  Don’t know, I’m tired.  Beat.  But I have a home.

Meeting Wandering Coyote!

Aside from having already known Allison from Creekside prior to my blogging days, I have never met a fellow blogger….until the other day.  Wandering Coyote was in Vancouver and we linked up.  That’s link in person, not in cyber space.  Well what a joy!

We did Gastown, Coytoe got to go to Fluevog’s and try on her dream shoes.  The sales clerk, Justin, was uber nice and accomodating, and took the pic above.  I must say, Coyote can wear heels!

From there we continued to Social Undevelopement as I had to take care of some biz, then showed her the heart of DTES, yes, we were at Main and Hastings (aka Pain and Wastings).  Next, Army and Navy for her to browse MORE shoes and me to exchange a pair of jeans.  Then the Woodwards building to hit up London Drugs for cheap coconut water, and back to Gastown.

I was tired from moving all week, but had quite a delightful time and really liked that Coyote was comfortable sharing silence, a mark of a real friend.  I just don’t talk as much as I used to. But we did get a better glimpse into each other’s lives and of course discussed being on disability and how fucked up the provincial Liberals are.   Hopefully I’ll be able to get to her digs in the Kootenays some day….if she doesn’t move out here first.

The Vancouver Canucks, Smudging, Obnoxious Scalper and Cops…

My friend did a smudge around Roger’s Arena for the 7th game of the Canucks vs. the Blackhawks.  The Nucks won.  Then she did it again for the 5th game against the Predators, but an obnoxious, loud-mouth big baby scalper whined to her that the smudge smelled like shit.  She explained it was a First Nations rite to remove negative energy and he said he didn’t care if it was First Nations, it smelled like shit.  He TOLD her to put it out.  She refused.  He got two security guards.

The security guards asked her to put it out or move.  She refused, saying she was on unceeded FN territory.  They said they’d have to have her forcibly removed.  She said, ‘You can try”.  Four cops came.  Same scenario.  She told them to be patient, it would be out soon.   They kept telling her she was on private property belonging to the Aqualini family.  She kept saying she was on unceeded land.

Two Canuck thugs in suits came over and the same thing went on.  One cop asked her why she was videotaping them.  She said, “Because you’re going to look really stupid on Youtube”.  That changed things.  They conferrred then asked how long it would take to go out.  She said she already told them it would be about 5 minutes.  They all said OK, and became respectful and inquisitive.  She told them she was burning sweetgrass and sage, sacred herbs.  One cop asked if she would say prayers for the cops.  She said sure.

The Canucks lost because the obnoxious scalper broke the smudge.

For the first game against San Jose, my friend went with three friends.  She approached the police and security before she lit the smudge and was given the OK .  After when they waited for the smudge to go out a security guard came up and said some people were complaining about the smell and asked her politely to move around the corner.  She was respectful so my friend moved.  Who should be around the corner but the obnoxious scalper.

He saw her and gave her the finger.  My friend went up to take a picture of her and tried to grab her camera/phone twice.  This is assault.  He said the smudge bothered his sinuses.  Hmm, last time he only said it smelled like shit, now he had a wussy fake complaint.  The smudge was not broken because four people were involved.  I hope no one buys tickets from this low life scalper.  Nice job, NOT!

It is my hopes that people can learn a bit more about a FN rite and be educated that the land in Vancouver was taken by coersion and never ceded.  I send love and light to the obnoxious man.

Stephen Harper – Predictions

Let’s see if any of the following are true:

1. Stephen Harper is bipolar

2.  His wife, Laureen, has been having an affair with an RCMP officer

3.  Laureen is leaving Stephen but they decided not to do the split until after the election.

Want my bookies number?

Barak Obama – The Great White Hope (less)

In many Black circles he’s known as an Oreo (black on the outside, white on the inside).  In his home state of Hawaii he’s known as a Coconut (brown on the outside, white on the inside).  He actually supports the Akaka Bill, legislation that would create a reservation system for indigenous Hawaiians!!!  Makes me wonder when he’ll announce God talks to him or he is God, a must for any aspiring anti-Christ to do.

At any rate, he’s the Great White Hope, the new puppet of the Oligarchy.  The whole Osama bit….too much for me to word, so read Mohawk Clan Mother Kahentinetha Horn’s take:

OBAMA RESTORES OLD ROMAN COLISEUM BLOODBATHS  

 MNN.  May 4, 2011.  US President Obama made the decision to send assassins to disfigure and brutally murder someone he said was Osama Bin Laden.  Rather than capture and question a mastermind, they kill him and cowardly feed him to the sharks.  Obama invited his powerful government decision makers to become desensitized to human slaughter by watching a live stream public killing.  

Obama misnamed it “Operation Geronimo”.  Factually the Apache Warrior was a respected military genius who brilliantly evaded the US and Mexican armies simultaneously.  In 1889 he was forced to surrender when they threatened to capture and kill his people.  The US ignored these conditions. 

 Geronimo’s skull was taken to the Yale Skull and Crossbones Secret Society for use in their covert initiations of the elite.  Using his name to murder Osama Bin Laden indicates they are behind this bloody carnage and bragging about it.   Their message is, “We will eliminate anyone who opposes our worldwide totalitarian agenda and war against brown-skinned people”.     

 Osama Bin Laden was supposedly in a house near the US run Pakistani military academy.  The US Navy Seals wore helmets with cameras to film the operation.   They came down in choppers, shot him in the face in cold blood, took his body and dropped it into the ocean.    

 Obama’s staff watched it to be part of and to own it.  Like a school of sharks circling a bleeding body, they went into a feeding frenzy, transfixed as they watched the supposed Bin Laden die in agony.  The President stirred up the blood lust to prepare his officials for the attempted conquest and expansion of US imperialism.   

 Obama whet the public’s appetite for blood by organizing street celebrations and to promote vicious spectator sports, akin to snuff films.

 This is reminicent of the Roman Coliseum blood spectacles where people were forced to watch their men kill each other to get used to how cheap their lives were.   

 Hitler mesmerized the German youth to march off to war by carefully conditioning and selecting those that would kill, torture and purge the world without blinking an eye. 

 President Obama told the media that Bin Laden fired shots from an automatic and used his wife as a shield. This lie had to be retracted.  He was unarmed and did not hide behind his wife.  

 Are we sure it was Osama Bin Laden?  The victim’s face was blown apart.  Initial pictures looked like photo shop amalgamation of another dead man made to look like Bin Laden. 

 Bin Laden was never charged with 911 because there was no evidence. 

 The President and Congress congratulated themselves on the ruthless killing.  Their message is, “We don’t arrest.  There is no judicial process.  We kill you and then dump your body”, just like the mafia.   

 The President is trying to assert the law of the Obama jungle, “We can eliminate anyone who speaks against our totalitarian agenda”.  Dictators worldwide are being encouraged to do the same.      

 In our way when any warrior dies, we honor them, their nobility and dignify them with a respectful burial.    

 We Indigenous are being targeted to usurp our birthright and our rightful voice as the true spokespeople of Great Turtle Island and the Western Hemisphere.  White and Black people know they don’t naturally belong here and can’t legitimately speak for us.    

 To stop these indignities to our fellow humans, we must teach the Great Law of Peace and assert our voice. 

 Kahentinetha, MNN Mohawk Nation News Kahentinetha2@yahoo.com  For more news, books, to donate to help pay legal fees and to sign up for MNN newsletters go to www.mohawknationnews.com  More stories at MNN Category “Art & Culture”.  Address:  Box 991, Kahnawake [Quebec, Canada] J0L 1B0

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Big Bwana – A Song for the Stephen Harpers of the World (including you, Gordon Campbell)

Writen and performed by Wednesday Jones.

Stephen Harper – The Mortician

Dr. Death.  Prime Mordial of Canada.  It’s rumoured he drinks formeldehyde on ice.  What else would a guy who has sounded the death nell for Canada sip back after a long day of whining, CONvincing and CONniving?

Don’t vote for Stephen Harper.  Why?  It’s all right here: Shit Harper Did.

I need not say more.

Tales From The Shelter – 54

We sit around and talk about things we need but Gordie Campbell took away from us. “Shirley” is elderly and needs orthotics as her arches are collapsing and her feet become very painful. That need was ripped from the books of the Ghost of Gordy Campbell Present and it will cost her $800 (with the special shoes and orthotics). She has to put it on her Visa and lord knows how long it will take to pay off because of the interest accumulated.

Cry Baby has lost her house, car, just about all belongings because she went back to school to get her degree, but didn’t realize a B.A. holds nothing today. She was expecting a high pay job so now has to find funding to get her Masters. Gook Luck!!!!

No one sees anything in sight from Christy Clarke. She’s simply “Gordy in Drag”.

As for the federal election, how could people be so uninformed? Jocko is working on creating her own business but thinks Stephen Harper is the best guy to vote for because he’s all for business. Excuse me? That would be for corporations, not small biz (which translates to 50 employees and under). As though Harper or the BC Liberals are interested in helping us poor folk! I’ve been banging my head trying to figure out why these kind of leaders are so interested in keeping the poor, poor. The only reason I can come up with is cheap labour and they know we don’t vote for them. But surely, there must be other reasons, musn’t there?

I’m waiting anxiously for April 17th when the BC NDP choose their new leader…hopefully John Horgan will sweep it away. And will BC vote for a kinder, more compassionate government? Let’s hope the Ghost of Gordy Campbell Future is put to rest. There’s going to be an awful lot of outfall to clean up.