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Bush is our neighbor
meet a Native-American man on the road as a biker passes. Flags are on the mirrors
of the bike rolling away. The rider is white, middle aged with gray hair.
Native-American gives me that look like hes been out in the forest for 40
days and I am the first person hes seen. He looks like he needs help.
just called me a fucking traitor, the Indian says to me.
find this very strange
if I remember correctly the Indians were here before
the Europeans. First we smile. Then we laugh.
fucks. Dont they know the real history of our free nation
guess they dont teach that in the schools?
real history of this America includes genocide of the Native-Americans. But why
do I care? Because I AM part Native-American
so I better know. And, Ill
tell you sometime about the legacy of a once free people who cant own land
and about generations of alcoholism and poverty.
now I am passing ranches and 4X4s and signs that support Bush. I pass the 2000
crosses out near the entrance to Bushs ranch. Those are people who died
because of his decision to invade Iraq and he wont meet one more time with
the mother of one of them to tell her why he started this war? What is a human
life worth? Id say at least 5 minutes of his time. If he disagrees with
her why not tell her to her face?
say on the radio there is a Hurricane coming
they say Bush is watching.
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