Native Nazi – The continuing story of the powerless

Last week on March 22nd a 16 year old by the name of Jeff Weise shot his Grandfather and his Grandfather’s Girlfriend. Then took his Grandfather’s Police issued pistol, shotgun, bulletproof vest, and squad car to his school. At around 3pm Central Standard time he opened fire at killing six students and a teacher.

"I stumbled across the site in my study of the Third Reich as well as Nazism," he wrote in post made in March 2004 on The Libertarian National Socialist Green Party web site. "I guess I've always carried a natural admiration for Hitler and his ideals, and his courage to take on larger nations."

It is hard to believe that a member of the Ojibwa tribe would buy into Hitler’s ideals but then again he sees a view of this country far from the norm. His people had been rounded up like wild cattle and fenced in, on a little piece of land called a reservation. Far be it that this happened a couple hundred years ago, the stigma of hatred could still be lingering and legalized gambling is not the answer to centuries of hate that were brought on by hate. I can see how someone who hated interracial relationships can be drawn to Hitler; it’s the same idea no matter what race you are. You fear what is different and feel that your race should stay pure. Some natives go as far as having kids with first and second cousins to keep their blood true. When you’re stuck on a reservation what choice do you have to preserve your race. Though I do not condone incest, but when a society is in abnormal conditions abnormal occurrences happen.

Of course the society as a whole is breeding killers. This is being called the next Columbine already, being just shy of the same magnitude. But who is to blame, is it the parents, the schools, the government for taking away what power we did have albeit it has always been minimal. I think this country is in need of an overhaul. The checks and balances were been erased in the last election. People are killing each other left and right, and the government is not the best role model either, staging mass murders that have been best defined as wars - though lacking an opponent. As long as they stay powerful and keep the rest of us powerless there will be more out lashes like this one.

We are running out time people, we have to stand together and make sure that future elections are done fairly, that every voice is heard, and that we get some people in this system of government that are not you average ordinary kissing babies politicians, we need some people that are going to change the way things are done before we end up in the road of a dictatorship hidden behind the mask of democracy.

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The Void Known as the Gas Tank (disclaimer: No Scientific Facts Presented)

Another day another few dollars sucked away into the void known as the gas tank. What is being done about it? Other than millions of dollars sucked out of our tax paying pockets and diverted towards military funding, so that we may take over the countries with the most oil reserves under their soil? Now we have brought the battle to our own land and started attacking the very land we call home and have set aside for the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.

What is wrong here? We have other means of fueling our cars such as biodiesel but no one is taking the time to implement it into society so that at least those few treehuggers that have a big enough conscious to do something about the rash of humanity destroying this earth, can fuel their cars as they travel across the country to go to the next big festival of a thousand bands (I’m taking the train next time).

So gas prices keep on raising, people keep on driving bigger and less efficient vehicles, and governments keep sending people to war to fight out their economic battles. Forrest are leveled to make room for refineries, animals are driven out of their homes upsetting the balance of nature. The world becomes lopsided since the proportion of matter is being sucked dry to be burned in our gas tanks and horrible tragedies occur when abnormal earthquakes create weather strong enough to take out ten’s of thousands of the species earth is trying to shake off its back.

And then there is nothing left but a regretful species of humans watching a planet they called home fall apart in front of their faces as they try to leap off with vehicle burning the very substance that got them into this mess in the first place.

So Please take the time to do something for a change and boycott the oil companies that could still prevent this monstrosity if they drill somewhere else (fat chance but it is worth a shot) True Majority - Online activism at its best

From Our Mother's Eyes

I got fleas Sucking My Blood dry
charging each other a high price
so they can run over me
on shackles made of my flesh
continuing to stress
the very cap that holds their breath

And what thanks do I get
for sustaining their life
a hole on my head
made by some explosion
funded by the funds
that make all these smoking guns
so that their pockets can deepen
with oxygen providing life

but each explosion, each shackle,
each piece of hair plucked from my head
adds a piece to the puzzle
to put on the muzzle
silencing these fleas lives
making them realize
what they had

as I sit back and rebuild my flesh
as I have done so many times
when some animal takes advantage
of the life they've been given

after all I'm just the referee
here to call out the penalties
cause this is my court
and y'all are just visiting

The End of Fear and Loathing

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
1937 - 2005

sorry this is a month late

A voice silenced by the woes of old age. His favorite tool of terror turned into the period ending the great American novel of Fear and Loathing. There will be an absence of gunshots at the Owl Farm creating Hunter’s signature through the pages of his books, though our beloved Gonzo Journalist will go out with a bang when a cannon shoots out his final remains.

He was unable to rage the parties like he used to after the wheel chair incarcerated a madman after years of being on the move. Years of idolizing a writer from a generation before, who came to a similar end, gave him a way to nod to Hemingway one final time. Now Ernest’s antlers need to find a new home (Hunter stole them of the door of Hemingway’s home in Ketchum, ID).

In my search to remember this great writer I began digging up interviews from years past and one from two years ago disturbed me a little bit. In Hunter’s own words from his January 2003 interview on Democracy now.

“We'll see what happens to me if I get my head cut off in the next week by -- it's always unknown Bush [inaudible] strangers who commit suicide right afterward. No witnesses. They have a new kind of crime.”

It is somewhat hard to take this as truth when you take into count that his son was in the next room and he was on the phone with his wife - but it would be a good alibi.

We'll see you in the next life Hunter. Goodbye