As Nebraskan as I wanna be!!
ANF denies VPSO in Contention
It's that time of the year again!!!, no. no, not when the Tribal Admins daughter gives birth out of wedlock, or for that matter neither half theCute only female staff at YVC Inc.
I'm talking about theVaunted talks in theCity!!
It's called AFN / Alaska Natives Federation....... Boldly going where no Villagers have been Before! But enuf about the TA's daughter, in her many men have boldly gone and frankly, where they've been in her, it's a miracle she gets preggerz at all, she with highest sperm count in theVillage!!
It took YVC Inc (doh!!) long enough to get theVillages on theOuter Seat Rim to settle down and come to grips with being where they are in theOuthouse.
At least they're not closer to theMiddle hole where urine dribble drops and feces matter makes contact along the back seat of.. of the... Anyways.
Each year the various not-Profit and other Native groups gather and dress up as their favorite Sitcom star or starlet.
The YVC Inc (doh!!) office faxes and email In-boxes were burning up earlier this month as various Vixens from a handful of regional Villages submitted test shots of what they were going to dress up like when they attended ANF.
Two girls submitted video clips of them driving around in an Ice Cream truck.
A third female was standing in the back of the truck vigorously pumping her hands up and down.
At her feet was a 20 gallon plastic container and she was plunging a Toilet accessory stirring together a milky substance that was in a smaller container, surrounded by rocksalt and ice.
Silly girls, they could have just gone to SamsClub or Kostkos and bought ice cream in bulk and then sold it. But being Village girls, like Men, they all have to do things the hard way.
The Ice Cream girls were last heard to Udder on camera, "yeah baby, yah... ooohhh.... OHH!!! Yes, oohh!!"
The Council of Highland Summit submitted video clips of office personnel actually working!!
YVC Inc (doh!!) moved CHS to top of the ANF attendees list when the hardest working person on staff actually had the nerve to show their face on Camera, theJanitor, whom by theWay, had to clean the computer monitor where theWebCam was located.
The Cheerleader girlsz of Eagle Ridge were looking good on camera as they twirled, swizzled, squeezed and shook their way through warm up routines.
Tranzlation??
After they finished shaking & pouring their drinks, squeezed theLemons dry, spun theIce cubes around with their swizzle straws and Imbibed!! They then Tumbled, Danced and Cheered into the hearts of theAFN judges.
Who can forget "theLiberty Toss" when, all theBase girls set Platform for theFlyers,
Tossed into rewind, then Tossed again and as theInner Flyers were set up again, each Inner Flyer kicked a leg up into extension, what is called theBow & Arrow, and "Manda" was propelled up above her team-mates where she gracefully did "theStatue of Liberty" pose.
Except that theBase girls were still hungover from theNight before (partying) and their extremities were still.... well.
Let's just say, theHands were fumbling and shaking, and when they grabbed something, like Manda's clothes, they didn't release them as quick. So Ms Manda sailed up, up Up!!, sans teensy tiny ER rabbit fur and leather thong outfit.
Good thing her team mates had all groomed each other just Days before in theVillage salon. Manda's "landing strip" was actually Waxed & Preened, shaped like a Torch flame, colored bright red at base and yellow orange to yellow at theTop, just like an actual campfire flame!!
Speaking of Bald Eagles, All theGirls of ER are Cyber world reknowned for their prim and pretty "landing strips".
From among theDin of voices that Auditioned for YVC Inc (doh!!) a lone nasally, whiny voice could barely be discerned from all the ANF candidates that wanted to be part of theAgenda for this years Convention.
One lone YVC Inc (doh!!) public safety officer expressed outrage that he wasn't included in this years agenda.
"I'm as much a Goober as any of those Gubanatorial candidates!! theSam!! whined.
In fact, he's pretty much a"banned" idate from theVillages.
ANF officials even stipulated aggressively, postulated escitedly and undulated sexily that,
"theSam!! won't even be allowed to have a phone booth outside theConvention Centers on 6th, 5th, 4th, or heck...even 3rd St this year!"
But ANF officials didn't go further to prohibit theSam!! from mingling amongst theCrowds handing out bumper stickers, pins, pens, flyers, rubber chickens and free Hooters and Hustler magz to everyone in attendance.
"hmmppp!!!", theSam!! sulked in a secluded downtown eatery, nibbling upon a ham, cheese and tomato breakfast sandwich and sucking eagerly upon a Banana flavored 20 grande Steamer topped with Whipped Cream.
"I'm free to wander theHalls, free to sit by theDaise displays and contemplate theBaleen & Ivory wall motiffs but I can't speak theTruth!!, it makes me wonder what it is they fear!!"
ANF officials finally screamed, "ENF!!" (enuf)
Who Needs a Brain When You Have These?!
Recently theSam!! was riding theTransit Bus home. A yellow Labrador was behind theWheel again. Seems that Mr Mars Erlin's seeing eye dog was pulling double shifts again. (Read Apr & May blog) Kibble is getting expensive!!
But seriously, what is going on with everyone lately?
I step on the bus at the Main transit station along with everyone else that cares to stand outside theBus depot doors in the rain and growing cold.
Mostly theSmokers congregate outside the Depot doors and in doing so they
block free movement of the sidewalks and they also block the entrance / exit to theBus Depot.
I look around at theYoung kids loitering and since I used to work at theBus Depot a few months ago, I can honestly speak regarding what I have seen when I observed people.
"Jessica" is 13, a white female, chainsmoker, skips school and during summer months she lives on the streets with her friends. One time her Dad came down to the Depot to see what was going on with her.
Jessica is across the street, off Bus Depot property, with her friends and laughing, grabbing, joking around when her Dad appears.
Her countenance drops suddenly and she steps behind a large white / hispanic male and finishes her cigarette while her Dad sighs deeply and sits down on a bench.
Dad is wearing a pink backpack across his shoulder, he sits for a minute and fumes as various boys of "color" sidle on up to his daughter and some touch her (hug) or share her smoke (their lips and hers)
Then Dad stands up and shrugs the pink backpack from his shoulder and quickly winds up his arm in a huge circle and violently swings the backpack across the street in direction of his Jessica.
She starts to cry and quickly darts out into oncoming traffic to retrieve her backpack. She fishes out a CD player and slips on headphones. Dad starts to yell at her and gesture angrily. "Get over here now!"
Dad sits on theBench outside, car traffic on the street zooms by, buses come and go. Then Dad gets on the bus that I was waiting for. I see Dad eyeballing a couple of young men that were among those whom were previously standing by his daughter.
I look around on theBus and don't see Jessica at all. And perhaps it's good that she isn't there to see what happens next, as Dad makes it a point to go sit next to the two young men at the back of theBus.
Dad starts to ask for names of the young men. Why they are hanging out with girls so young? and why aren't they doing something more productive with their time and lives like working??
I'm sure you know the drill. The young men are getting agitated and keep telling theDad to go sit somewhere else on theBus.
They tell him to get away from them and he refuses, saying that they wouldn't leave his daughter alone. What do they have to hide? etc.
They turn around and say that if he (Dad) didn't treat her so badly at home then she wouldn't be there on the street with them.
This draws Dad's attentions even more as he is obviously curious about these revelations from two strange young men.
One young man cites "leaving her out in the cold after the basketball game and going to the bar", and of taking away her phone privileges last month after too many boys were calling her.
"What do you know about that?!" Dad keeps asking and the boys keep baiting him then stone walling him.
It is at this time of the conversation that the whole bus can now hear and see, that I get up and go back to plop down next to one of the Native youths that is arguing with Dad.
I look at no one, say nothing at all. I was there on behalf of Dad at the time. As I tended to side with him and his appearance at theBus Depot.
Eventually Dad pulls theBus stop cord on the wall and gets off theBus with another white man and they light up a cigarette and walk away.
Not many parents really care about those street kids anyway and I was, for the most part, impressed by Dad showing up and afterwards getting into the faces of those young men.
When I was a Guard at theBus Depot on Graveyard Shift I used to take the elevators up to theTop level and then wind my way down to the ground level.
I would vary my routine patrol by walking Up to theTop level by going up the driveways and then would slowly walk down either one of 4 major stairwells.
Late at night I would often quietly pad down the stairwells and would step across the sleeping form of young kids or snoring adults. Often these Transients were homeless, half of them were female and over half of them were teens and younger.
It was hard to boot out Transients into theCold but I did it. Then one night I stepped over a sleeping girl sitting hunched on the stairs. Her boyfriend was next to her. I literally had to step over them folks.
They startled and I quietly moved my hand "it's ok, stay here" I motioned and I moved on. They girl was about 6 months pregnant, her boyfriend drank and between them they had nothing to their name.
A week later this young man ran up to me all worried as his pregnant girlfriend "ran away" and he wanted to know if I had seen her. No, I had not seen her.
And to this day I keep looking for theLittle Girl Lost and wonder which young teen girl at theBus Depot that is running around with a new infant is the young man's girlfriend.
I wish that parents or loved ones of those two kids had shown up at theBus Depot and stood up for their them. I wished that I could have done more for all those kids that I saw when I stood guard in the Downtown Anchorage area.
It hurt very much to see theKids and the Adult Inebriates that were helpless and needed the Community Service Patrols to come get them and take them back to theAnchorage Jail to sober up.
Yet, at the worst times of most of those street people, they can be ugly and treat each other so mean. And that begins my question, What is going on with Everyone??!!
I know that Oct is PFD month, when everyone gets their Permanent Fund Dividend check from theState. I got mine and socked it away in theBank. It seems like most every
street person goes crazy this time of year.
It seems that people under theInfluence are getting more aggressive and verbally abusive to each other and to sober people.
Last week when I was waiting to ride theBus at one stop downtown, I saw one BMA / black male adult approach another BMA and start jive talking.
Except that theTransient BMA was harassing theSuit wearing / College class attending / job possessing BMA albeit in a quiet manner.
It seems that theSuit wearing BMA works a Gov't job downtown and theTransient BMA was in the office sitting at one computer station and then made cell phone calls while other people were waiting to use the computer station.
The Suited BMA confronted theTransient BMA and ejected him from theGov't office, only to see him later on that week at theBus stop and decided to harass him.
The Suit wearing BMA only ejected theTransient BMA for tying up office resources, for being rude and for abusing the privileges available to honest job seekers.
Once again, I stood by and quietly moved into their space, glared at theTransient BMA and he left. I didn't have to step in and I really didn't do anything anyway by stepping in to either situation, this one or theFormer scenario I outlined. As both Dad and theSuited BMA had things well in hand.
But in keeping with my own personal vows regarding my role in Alaska Public Safety, being that I AM a Peace Officer still. I stepped up and will step up to help others as I see fit.
Just yesterday a BMA / black male adult got onto the bus and because most good seats were already taken theMan had to stand. I sat in Middle of bus in the side seats facing the Right side of theBus, next to the Mid doors and the BMA stood in front of me.
At the next stop an Elderly NFA / native female adult and her son got on. They stepped their way to the back of the bus and while theBus was moving, the ENFA swayed and lost balance and bumped the BMA.
He turned around and snarled at her, "don't touch me!" The ENFA and her son stared at theBMA, perplexed as to his sudden outbursts at them.
As the bus continued driving and more people packed onto the bus, theENFA and son
had to stand next to the BMA as he continued to glare at them, stare and make comments about their drunkenness and calling them names.
At one point of theBMA's shouting and arm waving, I reached out my right foot and nudged his right calf, moving his foot forward. He caught sight of me but didn't look at me, never glanced my way again and soon started to settle down.
"We all saw you sir, the bus was moving and she stumbled, leave her alone!" I said to theBMA after moving his leg with my foot.
Soon another passenger leaned over to me and whispered. "hey, take it from me, I've been there-done that. Just look forward and sit still!" he whispered.
I said nothing and continued to stare at theBMA as he chatted with another seated BMA, eventually the angry man was smiling and even joked with theENFA and her son.
*sigh*
Maybe theCrazy WMA / white male adult that I saw riding theBus earlier had it made and WE are the ones who suffer. As this WMA had initially stepped onto theBus behind me and then stood in front of me talking to himself.
He sounded like those recent spam mails read; "telling the insurgents to end up on top and then flip it over and over for about 2 weeks and selling for $20,000 till the socks were evenly matched prior to putting on his makeup in the morning and smacking his leaps for golden grahams".
The CrazyMan continued,
"Oh sure, the headsets are radiant gold and hum like a womans lips wrapped around your... stock.
But tell the girls to row and row and then backflip till the carpet sells out and you end up googling his name to see where his face is and sleeping out in the mountains"....etc.
Next time I see this crazy WMA I'll walk with him for a day and see how he ticks, I've already heard him TOCK.
Better yet, now that I think of his verbiage, I'll tell him stuff and listen to him re-Iterate back to me.
Indeed he was right when he said, "women can yack and yack on the phone and their breasts are as big as my head, who needs a brain when you have these??!!" he gestured-making big boobs in front of his chest.
I cracked up and smiled, then theCrazy WMA got off the bus and theAngry BMA got on and changed the fun mood to a sour one.
With Purposeless-Ness!!
Alaskans need a leader whom is fearless, respected, committed (and how!!) to furthering theCause of Village-Ness. Alaskan's need theSam!!
theSam!!
He moves two steps forward and then One step back!!
theSam!!
more Stick-to-Itdness than a roll of clear packaging tape.
theSam!!
exceeding the recommended amount of E-mail space in Other People's InBoxes each month. d:oO !!
theSam!!
now with Better Sound, now if something could be done about his bad hearing.
theSam!!
going..going.....g-o-i-n-g....he's almost out of theVillage!!, going.... Wait.
He's coming back.... darn.
theSam!!
Playing Tamborine with a tarnished jingle and knowing the words to at least one Tune.
Now he's finally able to use standard headphones and plug into theHeadset adaptor jack as his Apt mates got tired of listening to him practice Piano at 3 in theMorning and chipped in for theAdaptor.
But he went and bought his own "sustain" peddle to prolong theNotes and Chords he plays,much better to prolong everyones pain!!
theSam!!
Officer to Nowhere may get on theRoad, later found facedown in theGutter-Sleeping!!
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VillageChixxx!!!
-Colored shrink wrap plastic that is heat activated, $75 per 24"x100' roll, just wrap object and apply heat
-Hairdryers, $8 to $30 in assorted watts and settings, use on plastic shrinkwrap
-Dental floss, $3 per 2yds, available in unwaxed, waxed, flavored mint and new menthol, make thongs & kini's
-Thread, $4 per 500yds, assortment of colors, various cotton & polyster blends, make thongs & kini's
-Dog collars, $5 to $50, in leather, nylon various colors and styles, wear one and Nothing else as costume
-Dog food bowls, $2 to $10 at pet store, accessorize dog collar,
-Kibble, $3 to $5 a bag of gold fish snacks, gummi bares, doritos, what turns you on
-Dressing like a Whore on Halloween Night and still being able to hold their heads up theNext day? Priceless.
(Or at least have a friend hold your head up and out of theBowl while vomiting,
Stunted Publicity
theSam!! checks into Rehab Ctr,
then after he finished helping Ms NurseStaff escort high flight Risk patients he continued on his Nightly patrol,
Next checking into various Psych Wards, Clinics and even stopping at McDonnels for a Mig mac meal.
theSam!! then checked out theWest Anchorage Transient Ctr to help promote a new line of Cosmetic
Flagrance called "Hit Him" and "Hit Her" .........er Up for change!!
theSam!! was misquoted as saying to various WAT Ctr staffs, batons and night sticks,
"When blatant Vagrance is crying out just to belong instead of keeping out of thePublics sight, wanting dollars and to just make cents, who are we Officers to argue with them?? So give 'em what they want and Need!!"
Various fans of theSam!! that were chosen to get an Autograph on a Tribal Court Order Citation or to have their Mug photos taken by theOfficer or one of his Minions said that theSam!! was flamboyantly
sticking his Tongue out at everyone and then by using his Uniform shirt sleeves,
he deftly wiped his occasionally runny Lakota Nose exclaiming,
"Did theVagrant run this way (wipe while pointing left)
or did she run that-away?" (wiping with theOther sleeve while pointing right). *ssnniiff!!*
theSam!!
fancying himself VillageNatural, while being Metoropolitan all theWhile eating Neopolitan Ice cream in an attempt to beUrban.
"hey you... You forgot your razor in theShower!" said theIrritated AKclubz Member as he stepped into "another" shower just seconds after "clicking" down theSam!!'s disposable razor.
"oh... yeah.... sorry, Say, does my neck line look straight!??, being that I was ONLY trim.. only... You see.. I.. um."
Dept Corrections
theWhite Out pen was busy this week at various YVC Inc (doh!!) venues around theCity.
thePrestige, a noted local landmark and Hotel was host for the weeklong Job Fair. It was mostly theYVC Inc (doh!!) staffers and a few Officers incognito that were busy visiting other Vendors booths and hastily filling out job applications.
YVC Inc (doh!!) was first given equal status with all theOther Vendors inside theBlizzard Room, but later on YVC Inc (doh!!) pulled out and settled for being inside theBilliardsRoom on 3rd Ave, where spirited drinks were cheaper by
theDozen and theStoneFired oven Pizzas and Fried Bread scones were Authentic.
At least in theSense that theLine cooks were either "Stoned" or had recently been "Fired!!" from other jobs and ended up in theFood Service Industry. But before YVC Inc's (doh!!) hasty departure (overnight) from theVill.. er from theHotel.
The Top 3 Interns- MzMonica "Mayhem" (what she is to marriages and what she leaves theVillages),
MzLisa "theDagger" (into Men's hearts figuratively and Literally, She was aquitted last year of aggravated assault-she was aggravated
so she assaulted somebody)
and MzMason "Jar" (she specializes in making Hootch in just one jar, oh.. that AND after one Domestic Event / DE in theVillage at theAge of 12 she got theWord "Kerr" permanently tattooed upon her Crown from her boyfriends wrath,
-had nightly Bar fly contests to see which ones Eyes would cross theFurthest Left of Center and slightly up to theRight after drinking the most shots of JD & Coke or Vodka by theBottle.
MzMonica won theContest and racked up a $4,500 tab by day 3. Drs miles away in any of theCity's 5 major hospitals could "feel" and "hear" her Liver rebound while working on their Own patients!!
Now MzMonica gives everyone room for a slight pause when they talk to her, as they don't know which of her eyes to look into.
See, theLeft eye goes left just a bit and the Right eye occasionally crosses when she's tired, and when it's not crossing it looks straight ahead-and to theRight. But only women notice this slight defficiency in sight, as her Chest is big and bouncy and all theMen don't look at her eyes when speaking to her.
When theSam!! and other Officers were pressed to recall MM's face, they all had blank looks on their faces.
Everyone but theSam!! that is.
theSam!! made other Officers uncomfy when asked to describe her top. Dark purple cashmere, made in China, assembled in Mexico, Sold by Seers last month during Memorial Day sales and the Thread count is 200psi, handspun wool twisted left, 5lbs weaver strength and blended with polypropylene every 5' to give it a tight sheen and high-fault value on theBolt....and she didn't completely wash out theBlood on the inner Neck from theNosebleed after last weeks fight with Admin Assts regarding the extra 2 lines of type ad in the monthly YVC Inc newsletters.
Umm, getting back to theBar fly contest and OTHER reasons for being evicted from thePrestige hostel.
TheGirls wouldn't pay the tab, YVC Inc (doh!!) wouldn't pay theTab, no boyfriends could pay theTab and no VPSO's were on hand to get suckered into paying up either for theIndebted Village Vixens.
Also theGirls would sit in theLounge long after theBar closed and would burn up all theFirewood in theStone fireplace and scare theCrap out of any Hotel guests with their tales from theVillage.
ThePrestige didn't take kindly to having top paying guests suddenly leaving after hearing about what really went on "out there".
And last but not least, several VPSO's were booked to stay on the same floor in the West Wing of thePrestige.
One Officer that would irritate everyone else by pulling out his digital camera and snapping candid pics of everyone around him (who could that SomeOne be??) became a practical joke target one night.
The other Officers filled up a 30gal plastic garbage can / water carry full of Beer and propped it up against his door after he went to bed in his room. One Officer then knocked on the door and pretended he was Pizza delivery.
*door opens*, "pplllooosh!!" and theSam!! went chasing after his two Officer buddies down theHall.
"aaaauuugggghhh!!!!!!!!"
Back home in theVillage it was nearly 6 months before theCrisp clean scent of hopps, barley and malts were completely gone from theSam!!'s clothes. At least theSam!! had all theInebriates as company and even some of theHot Badgirls were on speaking terms with him, giving warm embraces and impromptu hugs- if only to get a heady whiff of alcohol.
Other Corrections to be Made include:
-theCaption on theVPSO's monthly calendar for theYouth Week Jobs "Shadow" only applies to theYouth!! Not to any male villager thank you, this should contain widespread.. er. LOL.
Concern about who gets to "shadow" theSam!! when he teaches his Salon & DaySpa skills to a few interested youth.
theSam!! is selecting hot Girls for hair, makeup, massage and bikini-waxing services and should start picking a few female students soon (and a lucky couple of guys too)
-thePremiere of theVillage Blotter, an Audio broadcasting where theSam!! drives around theVillage on Patrol and plays his Cassette-tape recordings and his Micro-Cassette tape recordings on his FM wireless device that is picked up on a certain FM frequency will be postponed until further notice. As theSam!!'s tape collection mysteriously
disappeared from his Office the other night, which was mysteriously broken into.
But theSam!! has his vhs and dvd-Cam collection of daily patrol contacts and various village events.
"I sleep with, eat with and shower with those close by" he said. Besides, I got backup files on no less than 4 Internet sites paid in full for years! I'll just record from those and will audio broadcast when I can, until then, It'll only
take a month to build up a years worth of broadcast material.
theFollowing is a Paid Advertisement
for YVC Inc (doh!!) HardDrives2Our HardDrives / HD2 OHD Office Temps
-Round and Round, theVillage!! Only 5 Village Interns left to be loaned out to Other State non-Profits. YVC Inc (doh!!) is now having a summer end close out special. Only 5 cute little Snow-Flakes left!!
Lobby for these 5 Hot Interns now and let them work for your organization, company.
They have their own Laptops with theLatest in spyware and viruses to insert into your Co systems, with Email and IM / WebCams synched straight to our Offices so we'll never be out of Touch with them.
"Other" imbedded Interns say that around Oct time / ANF time everyone leaves their villages to head for ScareBanks and AngerRage, and every Oct theYVC Inc (doh!!) servers go into Meltdown downloading and uploading sensitive information so hard.
Village Financing OAC only all regional WebMasters are encouraged to apply now for extended Warranties and exclusive image & movie rights to theLittle SnowFlake of their choice that their Village adopts, hires and employs on 2+ yr contracts as "theGirls" are also required to have updated PaySites and weekly PhotoSets & Vids.
Dissed Claimer
YVC Inc (doh!!) promptly (after receiving much bullying, threats and drama!!) ackknowledges and (sometimes) corrects factual errors. If you see one, (excluding VPSO's on any day but their PayDay, and theOccasional VPO, if they're not
from a well positioned and popular local family) please contact YVC Inc (doh!!) Editors, Copy Clerks, Cooks, Waitstaff, Janitorial, and any Other person upon YVC Inc (doh!!) property at 907 ***-****
Pay Attention!!
theSam!! is looking over his shoulders day and night as elections time draws near.
Apparently some strong candidates are heavily campaigning for Office on late night tv.
theSam!! can only hope that none of these viable Candidates ever comes out to theVillage.
-Bag of Leaves is making theSam!! jealous because apparently some dedicated Citizens paid for BoL political ad.
While theSam!! has to pay for his, um, "free space" at Blogger. Besides, theSam!! never runs from trouble either,
he Sprints, calls a Cab or hails theBus!!
-Frozen Peas is more respected than theSam!! and more Fresh!! FP attitude is cool and robust, while theSam!!'s
attitude is more about theBust!! (cleavage).
And speaking of "lowering" things. theSam!! is all about lowering Young Hottie beltlines, plunging ample necklines toNavel and raising their hemlines!! Who cares about lowering Cholestrol.
I say, serve FP on a large 10lb white china plate alongside herb hand-rubbed Steak or Chicken breasts, mashed taters & gravy and horse-radish dip.
-Relish Packet is principled and proven, more so than theSam!! unless theSam!! is proven wrong. But I'm just saying.
Hmphh!!! and citizens even say that RP is good looking. Doesn't anyone notice that theSam!! combs his hair!?
Pay attention when theSam!! is out in public people!!
-Someone's Teddy Bear has more focus and obviously so, as theSam!! wears thick Coke-bottle bottomed glasses or else
30 day-daily wear SofLenses. STB and theSam!! both have small, dark, beady close set eyes but similarities end there.
STB may look better draped in theAmerican Flag colors than theSam!! but if you put theSam!! on a large porch with a swing lounger and a big pitcher of Lemonade close by, with crowds of adoring people gathered nearby clapping and looking earnestly at once,
theSam!! will swing with some young Girl, drink up that Lemonade,
then scream at everyone to "get off my lawn, you're trampling theGrass!!"
-Spoiled YappyDog is the biggest threat to theSam!!'s integrity campaign though.
I mean, everyone loves a small yappy dog, and fewer people love theSam!! when he gets yappy and besides, he's not small
just really really Really annoying!!
The main reasons that SYD is the "biggest" threat, it's tongue is warmer and more longer than theSam!!'s when he sticks his out, and SYD nose is more colder than theSam!!'s Lakota Schnozz.
-Side of HashBrowns has touched peoples lives. Hey, theSam!! has touched lives too, and Shoulders, big hips,
slender legs, long sexy locks, etc.
Besides, theSam!! won't fill your house with smoke when theHeat turns up and don't ever shake Salt on him.
And unlike SoHB, theSam!! goes much better with eggs.......................thrown at him!!
So you see, that some Silly candidates are banded together on local-late night promo tv to try and outdo theSam!! and that isn't right.
Indeed, If you're not Voting, who are you Electing?
DiaTribes II
theSam!! can see this quiet discontentment all around.
Most people are fed up with Gov't in their lives and for theMost part, messing up things both small and great.
Personally, I support theDecisions made by theMan I elected (again) into theWhiteHouse. I support the sending of Troops over seas to Oust Sadaam from power. Where I now hesitate is us being in Iraq for this long. Send more Troops to Afghanistan to hunt for Osama I say.
A few years ago during Elections time I voted for whom I thought would serve our Countrys best interests publicly.
And so far, in the sense of standing up to Tyrants and other threats to our own precious Culture, to Our Way of Life I feel that I made a great choice.
I chuckle sometimes along with everyone else I suppose at humorous things that our President does and says, but for now, I support theMan. Because a few years ago his messages spoke to me as him being a President of action.
I hate to think of where our Country would be now if the other Presidential candidate Kerry were in Office.
A man that flip-flops on hard issues and never really came out and said what he stood for and what he would do as President.
But I do not support the recent actions of my President when he did away with Habeas corpus protection. I'll get to that thought later.
America is theBest country in theWorld still.
Our dollar is strong and illegals and other refugees literally flock to our Shores. Can't beat that can we when comparing our Country to other places on earth as to where People would rather be. Some people vote with bullets, some with ballots
and others.... with feet.
Yet I see that even though we, as an American Country, are standing together strongly, there is a division amongst us that is opening up, albeit quietly in many places. Perhaps this division amongst thePeople never really ever "closed" at all
as some had thought. Some call it "Race relations", others call it "Cultural Awareness". Those names sound good to me.
As a Lakota Native from South Dakota I can say honestly that most people that look at me do feel uncomfortable at first.
Only those people that get to know me and let me get close to them do get to see beyond theQuiet demeanor, theSilence that is me.
Last month when I was in uniform and working for GuardianSecurity here in Anchorage.
I was guarding a Convenience store / Liquor store and at 0200hrs this small compact car pulled up and this tall, pretty blonde woman got out and stumbled into theStore.
I stood outside and she had to walk past me to get in, I smiled at her (never showed any of my bad teeth) and a few minutes later as she left theStore she said to me in passing. "don't you have something better to do than to stand there and look vicious?".
I was quite surprised at her remark. I looked friendly to people that visited theStore, I smiled openly and greeted people.
Indeed, my demeanor is something other than frightening or bad. But this pretty Blonde did make me think about how I THINK I look to people. I re evaluated what I think I let people see when I'm out in public.
I cannot speak for theBlack people, for theAsians, for thePacific Islanders or other "Minorities". It is theWhite govt,
theWhite people that called us minorities. I don't consider myself a minority. It is my personal decision that when thinking like this, in taking some small quiet stand in my head and in my Life.
That I do not let theWhites have power over me. I am a Native that belongs to a War like people who ruled thePlains and points further East for centuries before theWhites "discovered" us on our home soil.
I do not call myself "Indian", and I chafe at that word, much like Blacks would chafe at being called Wigger, calling women Batches, etc.
If you give into someone else labeling you, especially when it's a negative connotation, you empower them individually or as an organization.
And yes, I joke about things, but you need to look beyond theHumor and see what theSam!! really thinks of what he's talking about. Because we as Americans have pretty much lost our innocence.
I'll cite some personal examples here, because as a fledgling author and writer. To speak to a wide ranging audience that I currently speak to, I must be honest with myself and look hard at theBad things in my life in order to "connect with others" out there in the world.
We have lost our Innocence, call it Virtue, call it Goodness, call it the Good Old days, whatever.
I started to lose mine over 15 yrs ago when I entered military service and had to go it alone because a few close friends of mine let me go. And two of them were women, I would've been happy being married to either one of them.
And another friend of mine during that time frame did speak out against me even considering marrying either one of these women. The man was my Church Mission President and two of my friends were Sister missionaries that I had met while
on my mission. I liked them, but put my feelings on hold until later in my life.
Those fine women were / are White and so was / is theMP. They were White and I was a minority in my precious LDS Church.
As much as I love theChurch I have to be human and look at what Good things and Bad things I experienced from it. And things were fine with us (MP and my friends) as long as I was not in a position to upset their world where they ruled, where their White heritage and privilege was not disturbed by my feelings and my dreams in life.
So I moved on in life and picked a few more friends and got close to them. And was rejected once again. Yes it hurts very much to be rejected by people that love you and care for you deeply. But if someone doesn't want to do something
so permanent and final for you, like marriage, then so be it.
I've learned my lesson after being befriended and then later on having everything good I've done and said to my friend be turned around on me and then being taken to Court for harassment and labeled as Domestic Abuser / DE from the woman that I loved deeply at that time.
I know what it means to feel pain. I know what it means to be wounded so deeply,
and it will take a lifetime to recover from this stigma, this trauma. Good thing about daring to love someone and daring to take chances, I've no regrets.
I've learned long ago to reach out, to dare to dream and to feel badly awhile when things went wrong. Then I've moved on and never look back. But I do look back now only to see where these milestones in life had led me.
Because by looking back you can almost see the road ahead, see your future if you look hard enough. It's like a skill, a taste, a knack for some people and yet for others it's very real.
And as a Lakota, as a Native man, I share a collective gift that theGreat Spirit, God did give to us Lakota long ago.
We can see our future, we can see spiritual things and feel such revelations about ourselves and often regarding others, that it's just down right scary when I think about it.
And of such things I dare not open my mouth to tell people. But it's true. I do not speak for others of my People, but only speak now for myself.
I want to tell someone, that the man they're going to marry is going to leave you, he's gay.
I want to say, stop giving us a bad name or next time you work overseas you'll get strung up by our enemies.
I want to say that you're a murderer and your dead relatives used to appear to me and tell me what you did.
I want to tell people that by expressing anger of self in juvenile fashion will one day get them arrested and they'll be criminal.
I want to say, keep away from her because she will make you sterile and she's unfaithful,
I want to say, stop drinking or you'll cripple yourself for the rest of your life in a car crash,
I want to say, keep yourself clean because in your body you've got theCure for coming plagues, if you don't behave you'll die melting, spewing your insides out.
I want to say, keep being nice because one day, you will be our leader. And others will look up to you as some of us do now.
These are some real live examples, I've just changed a few things. I can't open my mouth, it's not right to change peoples lives in such fashion.
Or is it?? Because I've made choices during my life and acted on them. I knew that I could help certain Others and most never listened. Most never listened, just flipped me off, screamed in my face obscenities, character assassinated me,
rejected me etc.
I'm telling you that when theSam!! speaks you better listen.
And today I see a road ahead, and times are not going to get any better for us, or for me overall. Oh sure, people can still work, attend school, church etc. But there are Dividing forces that will display themselves in our individual and collective lives here in the short years ahead.
We Americans can only go about our daily lives and not let theTerrorists get to us by living in fear. Yet, times will get worse for us.
I see that Race will play into many things public. And not just skincolor but also Class, Titles and Influence. We see that already today but it will get worse. I am proud to be Lakota, but anymore now I'm not so proud to be an American.
Because I see that each day we get more mean with each other. There's no patience and safety in driving anywhere now.
No one trusts anyone else anymore for anything. The days will come when war, blood shed and strife in factions and groups will be a daily occurance on our streets throughout our great Nation.
Now days, kids at theBus stop play hacky-sack and carry skateboards, wear body piercings and tats. For the most part, they are cool and so bad ass that it's both pleasure and shame to watch them. Young bodies so beautiful and being destroyed by
smoking, drinking and other drugs. My heart goes out to them.
These kids are tame compared to what lies ahead in theNext generation. Open beatings, rape, killings will happen right in front of people and we'll be so hardened to these things that nothing will shock us anymore.
I've been to theVillage and have seen theCriminal face. But I've also seen theCriminal face long ago as an infant.
I know Fear and what it does to people. Today I fear for my life and safety. I arm myself and practice, and train the best I can physically to fight. For that is the way of the Lawman.
A person that I have chosen to be. I will die by the "Sword I carry" if I keep living this way. Yet I will die fighting for other people. I have seen such things and oddly enough, I am at peace with myself. For I have seen the Road ahead in my life.
It's just too bad that some people in life weren't enlightened enough to see that on my road through life, I will be a survivor.I do not really care to step into the Politics and games that White people play. Their time is coming to an end.
They have most of the Gov't power, most of the Wealth, most of the good things in life and the rest of us on the streets and toiling in low paying jobs are discontent. We see that theHave's are getting further and further from the bitter realities of theHave-Nots and that such discontentment will eventually bring sorrow and death for those people in power that do not honestly help ease the sufferings in this world.
theWhites are seeing that they are becoming minority. That their hold on power is weakening.
I have applied 3 or 4 times now for Alaska State Troopers. And have been interviewed, back ground checked and all my references / contacts interviewed by them and then it stops. I don't get considered further for entry into their ranks.
No one tells me why. I hear all kinds of reasons why, but no one has come out and said. Yet when I look at the published newsletters of those Troops, I see white faces. I see no Natives, no Blacks.
I am not hired by AST because they are prejudice. I am not hired by them because they are an Old boy club and see my own life experiences as a threat to their existence here in theState.
They see the goodness and hear of the kindness and devotion in past jobs and want no part of me. I don't worry about them anymore. Because the road ahead for them, ends in their destruction.
Because in the years ahead, it will not be safe at all to be in public and to be in uniform-especially their colors. Mobs will tear their officers apart, many of them will die. Strangely enough I still fear for my life and safety because of these people. In Spirit and theWork, I used to be one of them.
I saw these things when I once rode-along as an eager VPSO candidate and patrolled with some Officers. I saw good clean faces, I saw good moral characters that in the future, many of them will be twisted and soulless.
I saw much more graphic things.
We have lost our innocence, heading into hell in a handbasket. Into theAbyss we run.
Yes there is bloodshed and loss of much of our humanity. But there is also Life, and hope. There will be survivors of the events to come.
If you are a goodly person, continue to be so. You don't know how much the people around you now look up to you.
Criminals, honest ones, do eventually give into the workings of the Law. They know they are wrong and most do end up being caught, jailed, imprisoned. Deep down inside they know that the lowliest of citizens that stand up to them are right.
Evil, darkness, bad people do look at the Light within each of us and deep down inside they do respect those of us that stand up for what is right.
Though many will never admit, many will never change they will have to eventually
obey the Light.
If you don't believe me, just look at the people in your life, who do you admire? Who do you respect, love and trust? What do they do whether small or great that lifts them up in your eyes?
You don't know how much people want to do what is right, and in any conflict there must be that one person to stand up and draw the line.
One can make a difference and be joined by others. Trust me on this.
I as a "minority" have seen much pride and prejudice waged against me. And for the most part, it has built me up.
I am stronger because of it. I'm sure that the people that did such evil against me are good people too. I hope so.
For some at least I know things will be ok. And I say to these people of my past, that if you did evil to me. Keep away please. There is enmity between me and thee. Though I have forgiven some and will eventually forgive all.
Keep away, you do not have a right to be near me and to hurt me again. You do not have a right to ever benefit from anything good that I do. And for some of you, you honestly have no rights to live.
I fear some people, I fear in the sense that as a human, as a man I am entitled to such things. But in the grand scheme of things, mine enemies will fall.
I will triumph and I will get what I wanted, what was beneficial for me.
In this sense, I do not fear theWhite gov't. I do not even fear theWhite Troopers or other Police. And most recently, due to the penstrokes of our President.
He can now declare little old me an enemy and hold me indefinitely without cause,
without telling anyone, without counsel, without rights. I can be tortured,I can be killed by my President that I support.
I am very alarmed by this and will cease to support his actions that tear down my beloved Country and that trample my civil and human rights.
On a local level theState Troops and police can act in his Name and do all these things to me. For I have been there Out in theVillages.
I have been ordered by Whites and Natives alike to keep thePeace. To stem the flow of alcohol into a Dry village.
To stand up and not let Criminals step on me and thusly step on the Villagers I swore an oath to protect.
I've hunted for certain Villagers on arrest warrants. I've kicked down doors and cuffed people and taken them out of their homes in the night.
I've torn parents and siblings from their children, from their loved ones. Believe me, in a Cause such as Public Safety, you see and do alot that mirrors daily strife around theGlobe.
And no one but the people that have been there as tools or as recipients of State & Govt force know better how it is to be labeled an enemy.
Right or wrong, it didn't matter. Rules were broken and laws were expected to be enforced, innocent people's lives were expected to be kept free by standing up to the guilty, criminal people.
I know how it is. I know what can happen to me at any time day or night. Oddly enough, I've been looked at and scrutinized, judged all my life. So when I see other people complaining about post 9-11 life I say "Welcome to theClub"
Yet I do not fear any of these people here in AK that I once served with. My insignificant life goes on and I acquire experiences, work, fun and I just don't worry about what theWhite gov't does. The gov't will take care of itself soon, my
beloved Troops and Police.
Long ago my Native people were hunted, subjugated and almost exterminated in the Lower 48. I look at these AK natives and think, so what's your problem??
But we all have been through our times of persecution and imprisonment. And now the
collective face of theEnemy wears robes and scraggly beards and lives in theMiddle East.
Yet some of us here in this Country are considered enemy still. We are not trusted, we are not loved, we are not wanted here. It hurts but I can deal with that.
Inspite of these things. Be good. Do what you can to keep this world and our Country # 1. Because by standing up as a shining beacon of hope for all humanity to run to you keep the dream alive.
As long as ONE American stands for what is good, stands for what our Forefathers intended when they wrote theConstitution,then America stands and will never fall.
Though our borders become overrun and our streets get more violent, if you keep the Peace in yourself, your homes and in the lives of those around you then the real America still stands and will never fall.
Keep the collective interests and needs of the People in mind. Stand up for what is right and don't let Gov't and bad people bully you around.
There are dark days ahead, darker and more turbulent than what we go through now, just remember the peace after every storm. Remember the quiet and tranquility. All these things will pass.
Just don't lose your heart, your hope and your soul to what bad things are around us now.
I am Samuel L Flyinghorse, Hunkpapa Lakota, of McIntosh, Lemmon and Bullhead, South Dakota.
I am a good guy, and I hope that many of you are much better than me.
Sermon over, finished, gone, done, Out!!
Eternally in your Service
FOOTPRINTS
Title, Since
-Samuel L. Flyinghorse, 4/4 Hunkpapa Lakota, Standing Rock Sioux Tribe, South Dakota, 1967
-High school Graduate, 1986
-LDS Returned Missionary, 1986
-Licensed Cosmetologist, 1990
-US Navy Parachute Rigger, 1991
-Licensed Massage Practitioner, 1995
-Childcare / Nanny, 1996
-Village Public Safety Officer, 2001
-Security Officer, 2003
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theSam!!
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Do it today, theVillage you save maybe your own!!
theSam!!
Vaulting from local Villageness to theCity scene...............in about a 4hr drive!!
theSam!!
verbial Village Public Safety Officer to drop favored phrase.
"Hey You!!" Correction
theSam!!is no longer using thePhrase 'Hey you!!' when addressing cute Village Chixxx or young children as thePhrase is considered by some Villagers to be a tad too impersonal.
Impersonal? Gasped theSam!! who immediately opened theHefty padlocks to his steel file cabinets and produced a handful of
file folders, each of which was over 3" thick.
And these are just files on theSledDogs, theHouses they live in and shot Veternarian shot records.
The files I keep on each Villager from their birth till death is much thicker and stored elsewhere. I know everything, stuff I shouldn't even know about!!
I mean, if I know so much about everyone from theRecords that were kept by previous VPSO's and also from what notes I keep from local Gossip including what theState faxes to me after a Villager is arrested, I think I have theRight to stand back a bit and informally address someone playfully if not distantly by saying in Whiny singsong voice...."Hey yoooouu!!"
This job here in theVillage is 24 / 7 / 365 and I get tired trying to remember everyone's name each day.
When asked about what phrase(s) he'd pick in leau of HY!!, theSam!! shuddered for a moment and said.
".....you want fries with that?!"
theSam!!
theOily sheened, haggard worn face of Alaska Village Public Safety, But enough about my Halloween Costume. d:oD
theSam!!
trust him, he does this aalll theTime!!
theSam!!
It's that time of the year again!!!, no. no, not when the Tribal Admins daughter gives birth out of wedlock, or for that matter neither half theCute only female staff at YVC Inc.
I'm talking about theVaunted talks in theCity!!
It's called AFN / Alaska Natives Federation....... Boldly going where no Villagers have been Before! But enuf about the TA's daughter, in her many men have boldly gone and frankly, where they've been in her, it's a miracle she gets preggerz at all, she with highest sperm count in theVillage!!
It took YVC Inc (doh!!) long enough to get theVillages on theOuter Seat Rim to settle down and come to grips with being where they are in theOuthouse.
At least they're not closer to theMiddle hole where urine dribble drops and feces matter makes contact along the back seat of.. of the... Anyways.
Each year the various not-Profit and other Native groups gather and dress up as their favorite Sitcom star or starlet.
The YVC Inc (doh!!) office faxes and email In-boxes were burning up earlier this month as various Vixens from a handful of regional Villages submitted test shots of what they were going to dress up like when they attended ANF.
Two girls submitted video clips of them driving around in an Ice Cream truck.
A third female was standing in the back of the truck vigorously pumping her hands up and down.
At her feet was a 20 gallon plastic container and she was plunging a Toilet accessory stirring together a milky substance that was in a smaller container, surrounded by rocksalt and ice.
Silly girls, they could have just gone to SamsClub or Kostkos and bought ice cream in bulk and then sold it. But being Village girls, like Men, they all have to do things the hard way.
The Ice Cream girls were last heard to Udder on camera, "yeah baby, yah... ooohhh.... OHH!!! Yes, oohh!!"
The Council of Highland Summit submitted video clips of office personnel actually working!!
YVC Inc (doh!!) moved CHS to top of the ANF attendees list when the hardest working person on staff actually had the nerve to show their face on Camera, theJanitor, whom by theWay, had to clean the computer monitor where theWebCam was located.
The Cheerleader girlsz of Eagle Ridge were looking good on camera as they twirled, swizzled, squeezed and shook their way through warm up routines.
Tranzlation??
After they finished shaking & pouring their drinks, squeezed theLemons dry, spun theIce cubes around with their swizzle straws and Imbibed!! They then Tumbled, Danced and Cheered into the hearts of theAFN judges.
Who can forget "theLiberty Toss" when, all theBase girls set Platform for theFlyers,
Tossed into rewind, then Tossed again and as theInner Flyers were set up again, each Inner Flyer kicked a leg up into extension, what is called theBow & Arrow, and "Manda" was propelled up above her team-mates where she gracefully did "theStatue of Liberty" pose.
Except that theBase girls were still hungover from theNight before (partying) and their extremities were still.... well.
Let's just say, theHands were fumbling and shaking, and when they grabbed something, like Manda's clothes, they didn't release them as quick. So Ms Manda sailed up, up Up!!, sans teensy tiny ER rabbit fur and leather thong outfit.
Good thing her team mates had all groomed each other just Days before in theVillage salon. Manda's "landing strip" was actually Waxed & Preened, shaped like a Torch flame, colored bright red at base and yellow orange to yellow at theTop, just like an actual campfire flame!!
Speaking of Bald Eagles, All theGirls of ER are Cyber world reknowned for their prim and pretty "landing strips".
From among theDin of voices that Auditioned for YVC Inc (doh!!) a lone nasally, whiny voice could barely be discerned from all the ANF candidates that wanted to be part of theAgenda for this years Convention.
One lone YVC Inc (doh!!) public safety officer expressed outrage that he wasn't included in this years agenda.
"I'm as much a Goober as any of those Gubanatorial candidates!! theSam!! whined.
In fact, he's pretty much a"banned" idate from theVillages.
ANF officials even stipulated aggressively, postulated escitedly and undulated sexily that,
"theSam!! won't even be allowed to have a phone booth outside theConvention Centers on 6th, 5th, 4th, or heck...even 3rd St this year!"
But ANF officials didn't go further to prohibit theSam!! from mingling amongst theCrowds handing out bumper stickers, pins, pens, flyers, rubber chickens and free Hooters and Hustler magz to everyone in attendance.
"hmmppp!!!", theSam!! sulked in a secluded downtown eatery, nibbling upon a ham, cheese and tomato breakfast sandwich and sucking eagerly upon a Banana flavored 20 grande Steamer topped with Whipped Cream.
"I'm free to wander theHalls, free to sit by theDaise displays and contemplate theBaleen & Ivory wall motiffs but I can't speak theTruth!!, it makes me wonder what it is they fear!!"
ANF officials finally screamed, "ENF!!" (enuf)
Who Needs a Brain When You Have These?!
Recently theSam!! was riding theTransit Bus home. A yellow Labrador was behind theWheel again. Seems that Mr Mars Erlin's seeing eye dog was pulling double shifts again. (Read Apr & May blog) Kibble is getting expensive!!
But seriously, what is going on with everyone lately?
I step on the bus at the Main transit station along with everyone else that cares to stand outside theBus depot doors in the rain and growing cold.
Mostly theSmokers congregate outside the Depot doors and in doing so they
block free movement of the sidewalks and they also block the entrance / exit to theBus Depot.
I look around at theYoung kids loitering and since I used to work at theBus Depot a few months ago, I can honestly speak regarding what I have seen when I observed people.
"Jessica" is 13, a white female, chainsmoker, skips school and during summer months she lives on the streets with her friends. One time her Dad came down to the Depot to see what was going on with her.
Jessica is across the street, off Bus Depot property, with her friends and laughing, grabbing, joking around when her Dad appears.
Her countenance drops suddenly and she steps behind a large white / hispanic male and finishes her cigarette while her Dad sighs deeply and sits down on a bench.
Dad is wearing a pink backpack across his shoulder, he sits for a minute and fumes as various boys of "color" sidle on up to his daughter and some touch her (hug) or share her smoke (their lips and hers)
Then Dad stands up and shrugs the pink backpack from his shoulder and quickly winds up his arm in a huge circle and violently swings the backpack across the street in direction of his Jessica.
She starts to cry and quickly darts out into oncoming traffic to retrieve her backpack. She fishes out a CD player and slips on headphones. Dad starts to yell at her and gesture angrily. "Get over here now!"
Dad sits on theBench outside, car traffic on the street zooms by, buses come and go. Then Dad gets on the bus that I was waiting for. I see Dad eyeballing a couple of young men that were among those whom were previously standing by his daughter.
I look around on theBus and don't see Jessica at all. And perhaps it's good that she isn't there to see what happens next, as Dad makes it a point to go sit next to the two young men at the back of theBus.
Dad starts to ask for names of the young men. Why they are hanging out with girls so young? and why aren't they doing something more productive with their time and lives like working??
I'm sure you know the drill. The young men are getting agitated and keep telling theDad to go sit somewhere else on theBus.
They tell him to get away from them and he refuses, saying that they wouldn't leave his daughter alone. What do they have to hide? etc.
They turn around and say that if he (Dad) didn't treat her so badly at home then she wouldn't be there on the street with them.
This draws Dad's attentions even more as he is obviously curious about these revelations from two strange young men.
One young man cites "leaving her out in the cold after the basketball game and going to the bar", and of taking away her phone privileges last month after too many boys were calling her.
"What do you know about that?!" Dad keeps asking and the boys keep baiting him then stone walling him.
It is at this time of the conversation that the whole bus can now hear and see, that I get up and go back to plop down next to one of the Native youths that is arguing with Dad.
I look at no one, say nothing at all. I was there on behalf of Dad at the time. As I tended to side with him and his appearance at theBus Depot.
Eventually Dad pulls theBus stop cord on the wall and gets off theBus with another white man and they light up a cigarette and walk away.
Not many parents really care about those street kids anyway and I was, for the most part, impressed by Dad showing up and afterwards getting into the faces of those young men.
When I was a Guard at theBus Depot on Graveyard Shift I used to take the elevators up to theTop level and then wind my way down to the ground level.
I would vary my routine patrol by walking Up to theTop level by going up the driveways and then would slowly walk down either one of 4 major stairwells.
Late at night I would often quietly pad down the stairwells and would step across the sleeping form of young kids or snoring adults. Often these Transients were homeless, half of them were female and over half of them were teens and younger.
It was hard to boot out Transients into theCold but I did it. Then one night I stepped over a sleeping girl sitting hunched on the stairs. Her boyfriend was next to her. I literally had to step over them folks.
They startled and I quietly moved my hand "it's ok, stay here" I motioned and I moved on. They girl was about 6 months pregnant, her boyfriend drank and between them they had nothing to their name.
A week later this young man ran up to me all worried as his pregnant girlfriend "ran away" and he wanted to know if I had seen her. No, I had not seen her.
And to this day I keep looking for theLittle Girl Lost and wonder which young teen girl at theBus Depot that is running around with a new infant is the young man's girlfriend.
I wish that parents or loved ones of those two kids had shown up at theBus Depot and stood up for their them. I wished that I could have done more for all those kids that I saw when I stood guard in the Downtown Anchorage area.
It hurt very much to see theKids and the Adult Inebriates that were helpless and needed the Community Service Patrols to come get them and take them back to theAnchorage Jail to sober up.
Yet, at the worst times of most of those street people, they can be ugly and treat each other so mean. And that begins my question, What is going on with Everyone??!!
I know that Oct is PFD month, when everyone gets their Permanent Fund Dividend check from theState. I got mine and socked it away in theBank. It seems like most every
street person goes crazy this time of year.
It seems that people under theInfluence are getting more aggressive and verbally abusive to each other and to sober people.
Last week when I was waiting to ride theBus at one stop downtown, I saw one BMA / black male adult approach another BMA and start jive talking.
Except that theTransient BMA was harassing theSuit wearing / College class attending / job possessing BMA albeit in a quiet manner.
It seems that theSuit wearing BMA works a Gov't job downtown and theTransient BMA was in the office sitting at one computer station and then made cell phone calls while other people were waiting to use the computer station.
The Suited BMA confronted theTransient BMA and ejected him from theGov't office, only to see him later on that week at theBus stop and decided to harass him.
The Suit wearing BMA only ejected theTransient BMA for tying up office resources, for being rude and for abusing the privileges available to honest job seekers.
Once again, I stood by and quietly moved into their space, glared at theTransient BMA and he left. I didn't have to step in and I really didn't do anything anyway by stepping in to either situation, this one or theFormer scenario I outlined. As both Dad and theSuited BMA had things well in hand.
But in keeping with my own personal vows regarding my role in Alaska Public Safety, being that I AM a Peace Officer still. I stepped up and will step up to help others as I see fit.
Just yesterday a BMA / black male adult got onto the bus and because most good seats were already taken theMan had to stand. I sat in Middle of bus in the side seats facing the Right side of theBus, next to the Mid doors and the BMA stood in front of me.
At the next stop an Elderly NFA / native female adult and her son got on. They stepped their way to the back of the bus and while theBus was moving, the ENFA swayed and lost balance and bumped the BMA.
He turned around and snarled at her, "don't touch me!" The ENFA and her son stared at theBMA, perplexed as to his sudden outbursts at them.
As the bus continued driving and more people packed onto the bus, theENFA and son
had to stand next to the BMA as he continued to glare at them, stare and make comments about their drunkenness and calling them names.
At one point of theBMA's shouting and arm waving, I reached out my right foot and nudged his right calf, moving his foot forward. He caught sight of me but didn't look at me, never glanced my way again and soon started to settle down.
"We all saw you sir, the bus was moving and she stumbled, leave her alone!" I said to theBMA after moving his leg with my foot.
Soon another passenger leaned over to me and whispered. "hey, take it from me, I've been there-done that. Just look forward and sit still!" he whispered.
I said nothing and continued to stare at theBMA as he chatted with another seated BMA, eventually the angry man was smiling and even joked with theENFA and her son.
*sigh*
Maybe theCrazy WMA / white male adult that I saw riding theBus earlier had it made and WE are the ones who suffer. As this WMA had initially stepped onto theBus behind me and then stood in front of me talking to himself.
He sounded like those recent spam mails read; "telling the insurgents to end up on top and then flip it over and over for about 2 weeks and selling for $20,000 till the socks were evenly matched prior to putting on his makeup in the morning and smacking his leaps for golden grahams".
The CrazyMan continued,
"Oh sure, the headsets are radiant gold and hum like a womans lips wrapped around your... stock.
But tell the girls to row and row and then backflip till the carpet sells out and you end up googling his name to see where his face is and sleeping out in the mountains"....etc.
Next time I see this crazy WMA I'll walk with him for a day and see how he ticks, I've already heard him TOCK.
Better yet, now that I think of his verbiage, I'll tell him stuff and listen to him re-Iterate back to me.
Indeed he was right when he said, "women can yack and yack on the phone and their breasts are as big as my head, who needs a brain when you have these??!!" he gestured-making big boobs in front of his chest.
I cracked up and smiled, then theCrazy WMA got off the bus and theAngry BMA got on and changed the fun mood to a sour one.
With Purposeless-Ness!!
Alaskans need a leader whom is fearless, respected, committed (and how!!) to furthering theCause of Village-Ness. Alaskan's need theSam!!
theSam!!
He moves two steps forward and then One step back!!
theSam!!
more Stick-to-Itdness than a roll of clear packaging tape.
theSam!!
exceeding the recommended amount of E-mail space in Other People's InBoxes each month. d:oO !!
theSam!!
now with Better Sound, now if something could be done about his bad hearing.
theSam!!
going..going.....g-o-i-n-g....he's almost out of theVillage!!, going.... Wait.
He's coming back.... darn.
theSam!!
Playing Tamborine with a tarnished jingle and knowing the words to at least one Tune.
Now he's finally able to use standard headphones and plug into theHeadset adaptor jack as his Apt mates got tired of listening to him practice Piano at 3 in theMorning and chipped in for theAdaptor.
But he went and bought his own "sustain" peddle to prolong theNotes and Chords he plays,much better to prolong everyones pain!!
theSam!!
Officer to Nowhere may get on theRoad, later found facedown in theGutter-Sleeping!!
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VillageChixxx!!!
-Colored shrink wrap plastic that is heat activated, $75 per 24"x100' roll, just wrap object and apply heat
-Hairdryers, $8 to $30 in assorted watts and settings, use on plastic shrinkwrap
-Dental floss, $3 per 2yds, available in unwaxed, waxed, flavored mint and new menthol, make thongs & kini's
-Thread, $4 per 500yds, assortment of colors, various cotton & polyster blends, make thongs & kini's
-Dog collars, $5 to $50, in leather, nylon various colors and styles, wear one and Nothing else as costume
-Dog food bowls, $2 to $10 at pet store, accessorize dog collar,
-Kibble, $3 to $5 a bag of gold fish snacks, gummi bares, doritos, what turns you on
-Dressing like a Whore on Halloween Night and still being able to hold their heads up theNext day? Priceless.
(Or at least have a friend hold your head up and out of theBowl while vomiting,
Stunted Publicity
theSam!! checks into Rehab Ctr,
then after he finished helping Ms NurseStaff escort high flight Risk patients he continued on his Nightly patrol,
Next checking into various Psych Wards, Clinics and even stopping at McDonnels for a Mig mac meal.
theSam!! then checked out theWest Anchorage Transient Ctr to help promote a new line of Cosmetic
Flagrance called "Hit Him" and "Hit Her" .........er Up for change!!
theSam!! was misquoted as saying to various WAT Ctr staffs, batons and night sticks,
"When blatant Vagrance is crying out just to belong instead of keeping out of thePublics sight, wanting dollars and to just make cents, who are we Officers to argue with them?? So give 'em what they want and Need!!"
Various fans of theSam!! that were chosen to get an Autograph on a Tribal Court Order Citation or to have their Mug photos taken by theOfficer or one of his Minions said that theSam!! was flamboyantly
sticking his Tongue out at everyone and then by using his Uniform shirt sleeves,
he deftly wiped his occasionally runny Lakota Nose exclaiming,
"Did theVagrant run this way (wipe while pointing left)
or did she run that-away?" (wiping with theOther sleeve while pointing right). *ssnniiff!!*
theSam!!
fancying himself VillageNatural, while being Metoropolitan all theWhile eating Neopolitan Ice cream in an attempt to beUrban.
"hey you... You forgot your razor in theShower!" said theIrritated AKclubz Member as he stepped into "another" shower just seconds after "clicking" down theSam!!'s disposable razor.
"oh... yeah.... sorry, Say, does my neck line look straight!??, being that I was ONLY trim.. only... You see.. I.. um."
Dept Corrections
theWhite Out pen was busy this week at various YVC Inc (doh!!) venues around theCity.
thePrestige, a noted local landmark and Hotel was host for the weeklong Job Fair. It was mostly theYVC Inc (doh!!) staffers and a few Officers incognito that were busy visiting other Vendors booths and hastily filling out job applications.
YVC Inc (doh!!) was first given equal status with all theOther Vendors inside theBlizzard Room, but later on YVC Inc (doh!!) pulled out and settled for being inside theBilliardsRoom on 3rd Ave, where spirited drinks were cheaper by
theDozen and theStoneFired oven Pizzas and Fried Bread scones were Authentic.
At least in theSense that theLine cooks were either "Stoned" or had recently been "Fired!!" from other jobs and ended up in theFood Service Industry. But before YVC Inc's (doh!!) hasty departure (overnight) from theVill.. er from theHotel.
The Top 3 Interns- MzMonica "Mayhem" (what she is to marriages and what she leaves theVillages),
MzLisa "theDagger" (into Men's hearts figuratively and Literally, She was aquitted last year of aggravated assault-she was aggravated
so she assaulted somebody)
and MzMason "Jar" (she specializes in making Hootch in just one jar, oh.. that AND after one Domestic Event / DE in theVillage at theAge of 12 she got theWord "Kerr" permanently tattooed upon her Crown from her boyfriends wrath,
-had nightly Bar fly contests to see which ones Eyes would cross theFurthest Left of Center and slightly up to theRight after drinking the most shots of JD & Coke or Vodka by theBottle.
MzMonica won theContest and racked up a $4,500 tab by day 3. Drs miles away in any of theCity's 5 major hospitals could "feel" and "hear" her Liver rebound while working on their Own patients!!
Now MzMonica gives everyone room for a slight pause when they talk to her, as they don't know which of her eyes to look into.
See, theLeft eye goes left just a bit and the Right eye occasionally crosses when she's tired, and when it's not crossing it looks straight ahead-and to theRight. But only women notice this slight defficiency in sight, as her Chest is big and bouncy and all theMen don't look at her eyes when speaking to her.
When theSam!! and other Officers were pressed to recall MM's face, they all had blank looks on their faces.
Everyone but theSam!! that is.
theSam!! made other Officers uncomfy when asked to describe her top. Dark purple cashmere, made in China, assembled in Mexico, Sold by Seers last month during Memorial Day sales and the Thread count is 200psi, handspun wool twisted left, 5lbs weaver strength and blended with polypropylene every 5' to give it a tight sheen and high-fault value on theBolt....and she didn't completely wash out theBlood on the inner Neck from theNosebleed after last weeks fight with Admin Assts regarding the extra 2 lines of type ad in the monthly YVC Inc newsletters.
Umm, getting back to theBar fly contest and OTHER reasons for being evicted from thePrestige hostel.
TheGirls wouldn't pay the tab, YVC Inc (doh!!) wouldn't pay theTab, no boyfriends could pay theTab and no VPSO's were on hand to get suckered into paying up either for theIndebted Village Vixens.
Also theGirls would sit in theLounge long after theBar closed and would burn up all theFirewood in theStone fireplace and scare theCrap out of any Hotel guests with their tales from theVillage.
ThePrestige didn't take kindly to having top paying guests suddenly leaving after hearing about what really went on "out there".
And last but not least, several VPSO's were booked to stay on the same floor in the West Wing of thePrestige.
One Officer that would irritate everyone else by pulling out his digital camera and snapping candid pics of everyone around him (who could that SomeOne be??) became a practical joke target one night.
The other Officers filled up a 30gal plastic garbage can / water carry full of Beer and propped it up against his door after he went to bed in his room. One Officer then knocked on the door and pretended he was Pizza delivery.
*door opens*, "pplllooosh!!" and theSam!! went chasing after his two Officer buddies down theHall.
"aaaauuugggghhh!!!!!!!!"
Back home in theVillage it was nearly 6 months before theCrisp clean scent of hopps, barley and malts were completely gone from theSam!!'s clothes. At least theSam!! had all theInebriates as company and even some of theHot Badgirls were on speaking terms with him, giving warm embraces and impromptu hugs- if only to get a heady whiff of alcohol.
Other Corrections to be Made include:
-theCaption on theVPSO's monthly calendar for theYouth Week Jobs "Shadow" only applies to theYouth!! Not to any male villager thank you, this should contain widespread.. er. LOL.
Concern about who gets to "shadow" theSam!! when he teaches his Salon & DaySpa skills to a few interested youth.
theSam!! is selecting hot Girls for hair, makeup, massage and bikini-waxing services and should start picking a few female students soon (and a lucky couple of guys too)
-thePremiere of theVillage Blotter, an Audio broadcasting where theSam!! drives around theVillage on Patrol and plays his Cassette-tape recordings and his Micro-Cassette tape recordings on his FM wireless device that is picked up on a certain FM frequency will be postponed until further notice. As theSam!!'s tape collection mysteriously
disappeared from his Office the other night, which was mysteriously broken into.
But theSam!! has his vhs and dvd-Cam collection of daily patrol contacts and various village events.
"I sleep with, eat with and shower with those close by" he said. Besides, I got backup files on no less than 4 Internet sites paid in full for years! I'll just record from those and will audio broadcast when I can, until then, It'll only
take a month to build up a years worth of broadcast material.
theFollowing is a Paid Advertisement
for YVC Inc (doh!!) HardDrives2Our HardDrives / HD2 OHD Office Temps
-Round and Round, theVillage!! Only 5 Village Interns left to be loaned out to Other State non-Profits. YVC Inc (doh!!) is now having a summer end close out special. Only 5 cute little Snow-Flakes left!!
Lobby for these 5 Hot Interns now and let them work for your organization, company.
They have their own Laptops with theLatest in spyware and viruses to insert into your Co systems, with Email and IM / WebCams synched straight to our Offices so we'll never be out of Touch with them.
"Other" imbedded Interns say that around Oct time / ANF time everyone leaves their villages to head for ScareBanks and AngerRage, and every Oct theYVC Inc (doh!!) servers go into Meltdown downloading and uploading sensitive information so hard.
Village Financing OAC only all regional WebMasters are encouraged to apply now for extended Warranties and exclusive image & movie rights to theLittle SnowFlake of their choice that their Village adopts, hires and employs on 2+ yr contracts as "theGirls" are also required to have updated PaySites and weekly PhotoSets & Vids.
Dissed Claimer
YVC Inc (doh!!) promptly (after receiving much bullying, threats and drama!!) ackknowledges and (sometimes) corrects factual errors. If you see one, (excluding VPSO's on any day but their PayDay, and theOccasional VPO, if they're not
from a well positioned and popular local family) please contact YVC Inc (doh!!) Editors, Copy Clerks, Cooks, Waitstaff, Janitorial, and any Other person upon YVC Inc (doh!!) property at 907 ***-****
Pay Attention!!
theSam!! is looking over his shoulders day and night as elections time draws near.
Apparently some strong candidates are heavily campaigning for Office on late night tv.
theSam!! can only hope that none of these viable Candidates ever comes out to theVillage.
-Bag of Leaves is making theSam!! jealous because apparently some dedicated Citizens paid for BoL political ad.
While theSam!! has to pay for his, um, "free space" at Blogger. Besides, theSam!! never runs from trouble either,
he Sprints, calls a Cab or hails theBus!!
-Frozen Peas is more respected than theSam!! and more Fresh!! FP attitude is cool and robust, while theSam!!'s
attitude is more about theBust!! (cleavage).
And speaking of "lowering" things. theSam!! is all about lowering Young Hottie beltlines, plunging ample necklines toNavel and raising their hemlines!! Who cares about lowering Cholestrol.
I say, serve FP on a large 10lb white china plate alongside herb hand-rubbed Steak or Chicken breasts, mashed taters & gravy and horse-radish dip.
-Relish Packet is principled and proven, more so than theSam!! unless theSam!! is proven wrong. But I'm just saying.
Hmphh!!! and citizens even say that RP is good looking. Doesn't anyone notice that theSam!! combs his hair!?
Pay attention when theSam!! is out in public people!!
-Someone's Teddy Bear has more focus and obviously so, as theSam!! wears thick Coke-bottle bottomed glasses or else
30 day-daily wear SofLenses. STB and theSam!! both have small, dark, beady close set eyes but similarities end there.
STB may look better draped in theAmerican Flag colors than theSam!! but if you put theSam!! on a large porch with a swing lounger and a big pitcher of Lemonade close by, with crowds of adoring people gathered nearby clapping and looking earnestly at once,
theSam!! will swing with some young Girl, drink up that Lemonade,
then scream at everyone to "get off my lawn, you're trampling theGrass!!"
-Spoiled YappyDog is the biggest threat to theSam!!'s integrity campaign though.
I mean, everyone loves a small yappy dog, and fewer people love theSam!! when he gets yappy and besides, he's not small
just really really Really annoying!!
The main reasons that SYD is the "biggest" threat, it's tongue is warmer and more longer than theSam!!'s when he sticks his out, and SYD nose is more colder than theSam!!'s Lakota Schnozz.
-Side of HashBrowns has touched peoples lives. Hey, theSam!! has touched lives too, and Shoulders, big hips,
slender legs, long sexy locks, etc.
Besides, theSam!! won't fill your house with smoke when theHeat turns up and don't ever shake Salt on him.
And unlike SoHB, theSam!! goes much better with eggs.......................thrown at him!!
So you see, that some Silly candidates are banded together on local-late night promo tv to try and outdo theSam!! and that isn't right.
Indeed, If you're not Voting, who are you Electing?
DiaTribes II
theSam!! can see this quiet discontentment all around.
Most people are fed up with Gov't in their lives and for theMost part, messing up things both small and great.
Personally, I support theDecisions made by theMan I elected (again) into theWhiteHouse. I support the sending of Troops over seas to Oust Sadaam from power. Where I now hesitate is us being in Iraq for this long. Send more Troops to Afghanistan to hunt for Osama I say.
A few years ago during Elections time I voted for whom I thought would serve our Countrys best interests publicly.
And so far, in the sense of standing up to Tyrants and other threats to our own precious Culture, to Our Way of Life I feel that I made a great choice.
I chuckle sometimes along with everyone else I suppose at humorous things that our President does and says, but for now, I support theMan. Because a few years ago his messages spoke to me as him being a President of action.
I hate to think of where our Country would be now if the other Presidential candidate Kerry were in Office.
A man that flip-flops on hard issues and never really came out and said what he stood for and what he would do as President.
But I do not support the recent actions of my President when he did away with Habeas corpus protection. I'll get to that thought later.
America is theBest country in theWorld still.
Our dollar is strong and illegals and other refugees literally flock to our Shores. Can't beat that can we when comparing our Country to other places on earth as to where People would rather be. Some people vote with bullets, some with ballots
and others.... with feet.
Yet I see that even though we, as an American Country, are standing together strongly, there is a division amongst us that is opening up, albeit quietly in many places. Perhaps this division amongst thePeople never really ever "closed" at all
as some had thought. Some call it "Race relations", others call it "Cultural Awareness". Those names sound good to me.
As a Lakota Native from South Dakota I can say honestly that most people that look at me do feel uncomfortable at first.
Only those people that get to know me and let me get close to them do get to see beyond theQuiet demeanor, theSilence that is me.
Last month when I was in uniform and working for GuardianSecurity here in Anchorage.
I was guarding a Convenience store / Liquor store and at 0200hrs this small compact car pulled up and this tall, pretty blonde woman got out and stumbled into theStore.
I stood outside and she had to walk past me to get in, I smiled at her (never showed any of my bad teeth) and a few minutes later as she left theStore she said to me in passing. "don't you have something better to do than to stand there and look vicious?".
I was quite surprised at her remark. I looked friendly to people that visited theStore, I smiled openly and greeted people.
Indeed, my demeanor is something other than frightening or bad. But this pretty Blonde did make me think about how I THINK I look to people. I re evaluated what I think I let people see when I'm out in public.
I cannot speak for theBlack people, for theAsians, for thePacific Islanders or other "Minorities". It is theWhite govt,
theWhite people that called us minorities. I don't consider myself a minority. It is my personal decision that when thinking like this, in taking some small quiet stand in my head and in my Life.
That I do not let theWhites have power over me. I am a Native that belongs to a War like people who ruled thePlains and points further East for centuries before theWhites "discovered" us on our home soil.
I do not call myself "Indian", and I chafe at that word, much like Blacks would chafe at being called Wigger, calling women Batches, etc.
If you give into someone else labeling you, especially when it's a negative connotation, you empower them individually or as an organization.
And yes, I joke about things, but you need to look beyond theHumor and see what theSam!! really thinks of what he's talking about. Because we as Americans have pretty much lost our innocence.
I'll cite some personal examples here, because as a fledgling author and writer. To speak to a wide ranging audience that I currently speak to, I must be honest with myself and look hard at theBad things in my life in order to "connect with others" out there in the world.
We have lost our Innocence, call it Virtue, call it Goodness, call it the Good Old days, whatever.
I started to lose mine over 15 yrs ago when I entered military service and had to go it alone because a few close friends of mine let me go. And two of them were women, I would've been happy being married to either one of them.
And another friend of mine during that time frame did speak out against me even considering marrying either one of these women. The man was my Church Mission President and two of my friends were Sister missionaries that I had met while
on my mission. I liked them, but put my feelings on hold until later in my life.
Those fine women were / are White and so was / is theMP. They were White and I was a minority in my precious LDS Church.
As much as I love theChurch I have to be human and look at what Good things and Bad things I experienced from it. And things were fine with us (MP and my friends) as long as I was not in a position to upset their world where they ruled, where their White heritage and privilege was not disturbed by my feelings and my dreams in life.
So I moved on in life and picked a few more friends and got close to them. And was rejected once again. Yes it hurts very much to be rejected by people that love you and care for you deeply. But if someone doesn't want to do something
so permanent and final for you, like marriage, then so be it.
I've learned my lesson after being befriended and then later on having everything good I've done and said to my friend be turned around on me and then being taken to Court for harassment and labeled as Domestic Abuser / DE from the woman that I loved deeply at that time.
I know what it means to feel pain. I know what it means to be wounded so deeply,
and it will take a lifetime to recover from this stigma, this trauma. Good thing about daring to love someone and daring to take chances, I've no regrets.
I've learned long ago to reach out, to dare to dream and to feel badly awhile when things went wrong. Then I've moved on and never look back. But I do look back now only to see where these milestones in life had led me.
Because by looking back you can almost see the road ahead, see your future if you look hard enough. It's like a skill, a taste, a knack for some people and yet for others it's very real.
And as a Lakota, as a Native man, I share a collective gift that theGreat Spirit, God did give to us Lakota long ago.
We can see our future, we can see spiritual things and feel such revelations about ourselves and often regarding others, that it's just down right scary when I think about it.
And of such things I dare not open my mouth to tell people. But it's true. I do not speak for others of my People, but only speak now for myself.
I want to tell someone, that the man they're going to marry is going to leave you, he's gay.
I want to say, stop giving us a bad name or next time you work overseas you'll get strung up by our enemies.
I want to say that you're a murderer and your dead relatives used to appear to me and tell me what you did.
I want to tell people that by expressing anger of self in juvenile fashion will one day get them arrested and they'll be criminal.
I want to say, keep away from her because she will make you sterile and she's unfaithful,
I want to say, stop drinking or you'll cripple yourself for the rest of your life in a car crash,
I want to say, keep yourself clean because in your body you've got theCure for coming plagues, if you don't behave you'll die melting, spewing your insides out.
I want to say, keep being nice because one day, you will be our leader. And others will look up to you as some of us do now.
These are some real live examples, I've just changed a few things. I can't open my mouth, it's not right to change peoples lives in such fashion.
Or is it?? Because I've made choices during my life and acted on them. I knew that I could help certain Others and most never listened. Most never listened, just flipped me off, screamed in my face obscenities, character assassinated me,
rejected me etc.
I'm telling you that when theSam!! speaks you better listen.
And today I see a road ahead, and times are not going to get any better for us, or for me overall. Oh sure, people can still work, attend school, church etc. But there are Dividing forces that will display themselves in our individual and collective lives here in the short years ahead.
We Americans can only go about our daily lives and not let theTerrorists get to us by living in fear. Yet, times will get worse for us.
I see that Race will play into many things public. And not just skincolor but also Class, Titles and Influence. We see that already today but it will get worse. I am proud to be Lakota, but anymore now I'm not so proud to be an American.
Because I see that each day we get more mean with each other. There's no patience and safety in driving anywhere now.
No one trusts anyone else anymore for anything. The days will come when war, blood shed and strife in factions and groups will be a daily occurance on our streets throughout our great Nation.
Now days, kids at theBus stop play hacky-sack and carry skateboards, wear body piercings and tats. For the most part, they are cool and so bad ass that it's both pleasure and shame to watch them. Young bodies so beautiful and being destroyed by
smoking, drinking and other drugs. My heart goes out to them.
These kids are tame compared to what lies ahead in theNext generation. Open beatings, rape, killings will happen right in front of people and we'll be so hardened to these things that nothing will shock us anymore.
I've been to theVillage and have seen theCriminal face. But I've also seen theCriminal face long ago as an infant.
I know Fear and what it does to people. Today I fear for my life and safety. I arm myself and practice, and train the best I can physically to fight. For that is the way of the Lawman.
A person that I have chosen to be. I will die by the "Sword I carry" if I keep living this way. Yet I will die fighting for other people. I have seen such things and oddly enough, I am at peace with myself. For I have seen the Road ahead in my life.
It's just too bad that some people in life weren't enlightened enough to see that on my road through life, I will be a survivor.I do not really care to step into the Politics and games that White people play. Their time is coming to an end.
They have most of the Gov't power, most of the Wealth, most of the good things in life and the rest of us on the streets and toiling in low paying jobs are discontent. We see that theHave's are getting further and further from the bitter realities of theHave-Nots and that such discontentment will eventually bring sorrow and death for those people in power that do not honestly help ease the sufferings in this world.
theWhites are seeing that they are becoming minority. That their hold on power is weakening.
I have applied 3 or 4 times now for Alaska State Troopers. And have been interviewed, back ground checked and all my references / contacts interviewed by them and then it stops. I don't get considered further for entry into their ranks.
No one tells me why. I hear all kinds of reasons why, but no one has come out and said. Yet when I look at the published newsletters of those Troops, I see white faces. I see no Natives, no Blacks.
I am not hired by AST because they are prejudice. I am not hired by them because they are an Old boy club and see my own life experiences as a threat to their existence here in theState.
They see the goodness and hear of the kindness and devotion in past jobs and want no part of me. I don't worry about them anymore. Because the road ahead for them, ends in their destruction.
Because in the years ahead, it will not be safe at all to be in public and to be in uniform-especially their colors. Mobs will tear their officers apart, many of them will die. Strangely enough I still fear for my life and safety because of these people. In Spirit and theWork, I used to be one of them.
I saw these things when I once rode-along as an eager VPSO candidate and patrolled with some Officers. I saw good clean faces, I saw good moral characters that in the future, many of them will be twisted and soulless.
I saw much more graphic things.
We have lost our innocence, heading into hell in a handbasket. Into theAbyss we run.
Yes there is bloodshed and loss of much of our humanity. But there is also Life, and hope. There will be survivors of the events to come.
If you are a goodly person, continue to be so. You don't know how much the people around you now look up to you.
Criminals, honest ones, do eventually give into the workings of the Law. They know they are wrong and most do end up being caught, jailed, imprisoned. Deep down inside they know that the lowliest of citizens that stand up to them are right.
Evil, darkness, bad people do look at the Light within each of us and deep down inside they do respect those of us that stand up for what is right.
Though many will never admit, many will never change they will have to eventually
obey the Light.
If you don't believe me, just look at the people in your life, who do you admire? Who do you respect, love and trust? What do they do whether small or great that lifts them up in your eyes?
You don't know how much people want to do what is right, and in any conflict there must be that one person to stand up and draw the line.
One can make a difference and be joined by others. Trust me on this.
I as a "minority" have seen much pride and prejudice waged against me. And for the most part, it has built me up.
I am stronger because of it. I'm sure that the people that did such evil against me are good people too. I hope so.
For some at least I know things will be ok. And I say to these people of my past, that if you did evil to me. Keep away please. There is enmity between me and thee. Though I have forgiven some and will eventually forgive all.
Keep away, you do not have a right to be near me and to hurt me again. You do not have a right to ever benefit from anything good that I do. And for some of you, you honestly have no rights to live.
I fear some people, I fear in the sense that as a human, as a man I am entitled to such things. But in the grand scheme of things, mine enemies will fall.
I will triumph and I will get what I wanted, what was beneficial for me.
In this sense, I do not fear theWhite gov't. I do not even fear theWhite Troopers or other Police. And most recently, due to the penstrokes of our President.
He can now declare little old me an enemy and hold me indefinitely without cause,
without telling anyone, without counsel, without rights. I can be tortured,I can be killed by my President that I support.
I am very alarmed by this and will cease to support his actions that tear down my beloved Country and that trample my civil and human rights.
On a local level theState Troops and police can act in his Name and do all these things to me. For I have been there Out in theVillages.
I have been ordered by Whites and Natives alike to keep thePeace. To stem the flow of alcohol into a Dry village.
To stand up and not let Criminals step on me and thusly step on the Villagers I swore an oath to protect.
I've hunted for certain Villagers on arrest warrants. I've kicked down doors and cuffed people and taken them out of their homes in the night.
I've torn parents and siblings from their children, from their loved ones. Believe me, in a Cause such as Public Safety, you see and do alot that mirrors daily strife around theGlobe.
And no one but the people that have been there as tools or as recipients of State & Govt force know better how it is to be labeled an enemy.
Right or wrong, it didn't matter. Rules were broken and laws were expected to be enforced, innocent people's lives were expected to be kept free by standing up to the guilty, criminal people.
I know how it is. I know what can happen to me at any time day or night. Oddly enough, I've been looked at and scrutinized, judged all my life. So when I see other people complaining about post 9-11 life I say "Welcome to theClub"
Yet I do not fear any of these people here in AK that I once served with. My insignificant life goes on and I acquire experiences, work, fun and I just don't worry about what theWhite gov't does. The gov't will take care of itself soon, my
beloved Troops and Police.
Long ago my Native people were hunted, subjugated and almost exterminated in the Lower 48. I look at these AK natives and think, so what's your problem??
But we all have been through our times of persecution and imprisonment. And now the
collective face of theEnemy wears robes and scraggly beards and lives in theMiddle East.
Yet some of us here in this Country are considered enemy still. We are not trusted, we are not loved, we are not wanted here. It hurts but I can deal with that.
Inspite of these things. Be good. Do what you can to keep this world and our Country # 1. Because by standing up as a shining beacon of hope for all humanity to run to you keep the dream alive.
As long as ONE American stands for what is good, stands for what our Forefathers intended when they wrote theConstitution,then America stands and will never fall.
Though our borders become overrun and our streets get more violent, if you keep the Peace in yourself, your homes and in the lives of those around you then the real America still stands and will never fall.
Keep the collective interests and needs of the People in mind. Stand up for what is right and don't let Gov't and bad people bully you around.
There are dark days ahead, darker and more turbulent than what we go through now, just remember the peace after every storm. Remember the quiet and tranquility. All these things will pass.
Just don't lose your heart, your hope and your soul to what bad things are around us now.
I am Samuel L Flyinghorse, Hunkpapa Lakota, of McIntosh, Lemmon and Bullhead, South Dakota.
I am a good guy, and I hope that many of you are much better than me.
Sermon over, finished, gone, done, Out!!
Eternally in your Service
FOOTPRINTS
Title, Since
-Samuel L. Flyinghorse, 4/4 Hunkpapa Lakota, Standing Rock Sioux Tribe, South Dakota, 1967
-High school Graduate, 1986
-LDS Returned Missionary, 1986
-Licensed Cosmetologist, 1990
-US Navy Parachute Rigger, 1991
-Licensed Massage Practitioner, 1995
-Childcare / Nanny, 1996
-Village Public Safety Officer, 2001
-Security Officer, 2003
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theSam!!
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theSam!!
Vaulting from local Villageness to theCity scene...............in about a 4hr drive!!
theSam!!
verbial Village Public Safety Officer to drop favored phrase.
"Hey You!!" Correction
theSam!!is no longer using thePhrase 'Hey you!!' when addressing cute Village Chixxx or young children as thePhrase is considered by some Villagers to be a tad too impersonal.
Impersonal? Gasped theSam!! who immediately opened theHefty padlocks to his steel file cabinets and produced a handful of
file folders, each of which was over 3" thick.
And these are just files on theSledDogs, theHouses they live in and shot Veternarian shot records.
The files I keep on each Villager from their birth till death is much thicker and stored elsewhere. I know everything, stuff I shouldn't even know about!!
I mean, if I know so much about everyone from theRecords that were kept by previous VPSO's and also from what notes I keep from local Gossip including what theState faxes to me after a Villager is arrested, I think I have theRight to stand back a bit and informally address someone playfully if not distantly by saying in Whiny singsong voice...."Hey yoooouu!!"
This job here in theVillage is 24 / 7 / 365 and I get tired trying to remember everyone's name each day.
When asked about what phrase(s) he'd pick in leau of HY!!, theSam!! shuddered for a moment and said.
".....you want fries with that?!"
theSam!!
theOily sheened, haggard worn face of Alaska Village Public Safety, But enough about my Halloween Costume. d:oD
theSam!!
trust him, he does this aalll theTime!!
theSam!!
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