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Well, I know my daughter

we are stardust — Thu, 05 May 2011 23:20:43 +0000

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Well, I know my daughter does. ;o)

Reminds me of a funny thing, though. When the birth mother of our adopted son went in to labor, she had the midwifery clinic call, we threw some stuff in the car, and jammed to El Paso, met the little pup when he was 13 hours old. [snip]

The next day we went back to the clinic, a nice laid-back place in a big old house...they checked him out, la la la, and one midwife turned and said, "I hope you all know Spanish (many clients came across from Juarez to bith their babbies)." "Why?" we asked. "So you can communicate with him, of course."

Zounds. Er... ;o)

Gotta read the long one later; RL is calling.

GOVERNMENT AGENT: My fellow

cmaukonen — Thu, 05 May 2011 22:53:46 +0000

In reply to His Code Name Was Geronimo

GOVERNMENT AGENT: My fellow Redskins! Speaking for the Great White Father in Washington and all the American People, let me say we respect you savages for your Native Ability to instantly Adapt and Survive in whatever Godforsaken wilderness we move you to. Out there. Sign here!
RAILROADER: They did it!
{All the cowboys whoop and holler. The train and brass band leave. The Indian gets up on his pony.}
INDIAN: No reason to complain. It's not so bad out there. We still have our People and our Ceremonies and the Sun, Moon and Stars, and the Sand and the Black Stuff Coming Out Of The Ground...
GOVERNMENT AGENT: Black stuff coming out of the ground?
TRAILBLAZER: Civilization, ho-oooooooooooo!
{A passle of Okies, dogs, model T's and dust storms passes by, leaving the Indian alone. The wind blows.}
INDIAN: It's nice out here in the desert. No rain, no crops, no White Brother.
{A Greyhound tour bus pulls up and the passengers file out.}
BUS DRIVER: All out for Fort Stinkin' Desert! Last Indian Reservation for two thousand miles. You got fifteen minutes, folks! Get 'em while you can!
{Several shots ring out.}
BUS DRIVER: Get the Senator back in the bus!
{The Senator fires off more shots at the Indian as he is led away.}
SENATOR: Godfrey Daniel! Pesky Redskins! Which way's Goshen?
TOURIST: Howdy there, Colorful Replica Of America's Past! When is the exciting - in - its - primitive - splendor Snake Dance going to take place?
INDIAN: It's usually in August, but with all our children off in Indian School there's no one left to do the ceremonies.
EDDIE: Hiya, Pop! I'm home!
INDIAN: Hello, Soaring Eagle! It's good to have your back from school!
EDDIE: Aw, come on! Call me Eddie! I'm an American now!
INDIAN: What have they been teaching you?
EDDIE: Just what we need for a better life! French horn, Italian, water polo...
GOVERNMENT AGENT: Yes, at the Custer Memorial Indian School, Eddie's one of our Prize students. We're giving him away next week.
INDIAN: Oh, my White Brother!
FREAK: Hey, man! Don't let him bring you down, now. There's a lot of young people in this country, just like myself, who really know where the Indian's at. And don't worry.
Soon we're all gonna be out here on the Reservation, livin' like Indians, 'n' dressin' like Indians and doing all the simple, Beautiful Things that you Indians do. Hey - got any peyote?
RICH TOURIST: Say, how much is that necklace you're wearing?
LADY TOURIST: Does anybody here know how to do the War Dance?
TOURIST WITH CAMERA: Hold it! Smile.
RICH TOURIST: Isn't it amazing how they survive on this stinking desert?
LAUGHING TOURIST: Ya got any scalps?
TOURIST WITH CAMERA: Lemme get a shot of you and yer squaw!
RICH TOURIST: Let's see the War Dance!
LADY TOURIST: Let's see the Dance!
TOURISTS: Let's see the Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!
{The Indian dances in a circle as more shots ring out.}
BUS DRIVER: OK! OK, folks! Fun's over! Back in the bus!
MOTHER: Where's little Billy Joe?
FATHER: He's in that run-down outhouse over there, Mamma!
INDIAN: That's our Sun Altar.
GOVERNMENT AGENT: Well, Indian - just goes to show you there's an obvious need to conserve our Priceless National Heritage. The Government is turning your home into a National Monument!
{The marching band gets off the buss, playing "America The Beautiful," followed by the Senator, who speaks:}
SENATOR: It behooves me, 'pon this Historic Occasion, to dedicate the Stinkin' Desert National Historical Monument and Cobalt Testing Range!
TRAILBLAZER: Civilization, ho-ooooooo!
{As the Indian watches, the cobalt bomb goes off. The sound dies away after a time, and the smoke clears, revealing the two Indians on horseback.}
INDIAN: Well, it's about time, there's been no corn growing for the last few generations. The buffalo's gone. There's no(one) left to live in harmony.
SECOND INDIAN: I wonder where we went wrong?
INDIAN: Let's just keep to the Life Plan. Remember what The Great Spirit said. "Follow the Peaceful Way." The True White Brother is bound to come.
{An assistant movie director runs on, yelling through a megaphone.}
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: All right, Indians! Get ready!
{A second assistant director follows, with a clap-stick.}
SECOND ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: Winning Of The West. "The Massacre." Take four!
{He claps the clap-stick to start a "take."}
INDIANS: Well, let's go...
{He joins a dozen other war-painted Indians who ride up beside him, and then they all gallop away into the sunset, whooping.}

Oh....they are supposed to

cmaukonen — Thu, 05 May 2011 22:35:18 +0000

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Oh....they are supposed to speak like Tonto (Jay Siverheals)

;o) Whenever I run into

we are stardust — Thu, 05 May 2011 21:19:11 +0000

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;o) Whenever I run into Native Americans who speak with drawls I'm taken aback. I think, "That's not right!"

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cmaukonen — Thu, 05 May 2011 20:15:55 +0000

In reply to His Code Name Was Geronimo

I liked the poem, too, LULU.

wabby — Thu, 05 May 2011 18:30:53 +0000

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I liked the poem, too, LULU. Those 'what the hell, I'll post it' posts...always true and good.

Got me laughin' again! You

we are stardust — Thu, 05 May 2011 18:13:45 +0000

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Got me laughin' again! You are such a deliberate thinker; and wait until you're ready to say what you mean to say. I admire that; I'm made of fire and air, and too often compose more quickly than I should. I'm fine-tuning this poem; I can see how it's even more true that you could tinker forever with verse than other writing. I'll mirror your bravery and post it when it's done...enough. ;o)

Thanks for sayin', kgb. I

we are stardust — Thu, 05 May 2011 18:07:49 +0000

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Thanks for sayin', kgb. I was just so buffaloed, and felt wrongly accused, and was grateful that Obus Primus thought of the terminology the way I always had. Man; there is just maybe too much free-floating anxiety in the air these days.

The day before I was a crank pitbull heel-biter myself, but did finally realize what a cow I was being, and apologized. (mix metaphors enough there, Dusty?) ;o)

I refrained from comment on

kgb999 — Thu, 05 May 2011 17:28:51 +0000

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I refrained from comment on the other diary because I didn't want to stir the pot, but I was also very disturbed to see a sysop take advantage of their access to site statistics and the back-end databases to attack a user in the comments. That was pretty gross. So I'll add my dismay here, I felt kind of "weird" about it too.

Thanks. Yeah, I wrote it and

A Guy Called LULU — Thu, 05 May 2011 17:10:27 +0000

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Thanks. Yeah, I wrote it and it demonstrates why I use an alias. I started scribbling last night after what you wrote here got me thinking [A disjointed and sometimes painful undertaking I usually avoid] and hacked away a bit more this morning. Reading the comments here, when I came to flower's above I read it and thought, what the hell, I'll post it. I added the title suggested by her comment and the first line and threw it out. Everything I write isn't dark but the other stuff really sounds sappy so I only occasionally let loose the cynical stuff. I do like the song, like so many that you link to the thoughts we are all sharing. Yeah, thanks again.