Ya want to know what it is like, to be an easily identifiable minority in these United States?But not to be Black?Or Latino? Or Asian?
It is to suffer your unrelenting, innocent jokes- "This your little papoose?" "What's in your medicine bag- POT?" or worst, "Is that your Squaw?"
The endless, "well, I've got a little Indian in me, too-" remarks.
Having to hear one hundred million, "Cowboys and Indians"-game stories of your youths.
And yes, I CAN make it rain. Why, can't you?
I tire so easily of you and your stories, to be honest. You wannabes. You nominal, casual racists.You who seem so eager to abandon your own race for momentary inclusion within mine.
You forget meeting me too quickly, too easily dismissing me. Because I am just an Indian. I feel your dismissal of me deep, in my soul.
We fight within ourselves, the urge to dismiss you in the same way. But we can't.We're just Indians, afterall, and subject to your beneficence.To many "Americans", we are children, grown up children. And talked to, as such;treated as such. Trusted as such.
Never mind that I have a college degree or a superior English vocabulary, as many of my brethren also have; or even, that a full One-third of these United States have Indian names, from 'Arkansas' to 'Illinois' to 'Wyoming'.We have to learn the White history of this nation; you MAY accidentally hear of ours, but only in passing.
Or momentarily seen, in Hollywood's, White-directed/edited films.
And now, our country is being given away. Piece by piece, bit by bit.Again.To illegal immigrants who haven't got the balls to fight within their own nations, but instead will work for 2-bucks-less per hour than anyone else,-- because you've made it so damn easy for them to enter here, now.
Rather than work to rehabilitate your Red friends, your Red forebearers, who need the work so badly,you just open up the floodgates to your dinted and diminished, American dream workplace.
The revolution in this country which I hope for, is NOT the one which you do.Our grievance is far older than yours. Or that of the Blacks.

LET'S RIDE....
With the Family Down the Street
With the
Help of
Ron's Two Big Feet
"courtesy of
J.W. Pepper's
Two big feet"....

For You~!

Ahha, you've found it~! Congratulations!
Just click below the Easter Egg image, Do find out what's inside, ESPECIALLY FOR YOU,
For you, My Child.
"It happened, so that you are no longer separated from God because of your sin."

I'm tired.

Tired of having to always be UP, to be strong, having to be The Local Malcontent.

I want so much to delete that other blog. Forever.
It IS me, but it is much less than me, but it is what people expect of me
To be.

I'm Tired. I wanted to end the Local Malcontent last August, or July whatever- but was convinced to do otherwise, and keep it going, and look what happened? it languished.

There will be a sudden and quick end to the LMC soon, I think, if I follow what my heart says.
The LMC doesn't make a squat of a difference in anyone's lives, anyway, so why does it need to keep going? I'll move the music, the playlist over here, and just keep blogging infrequently at my new bloggie, Krazy Talk from Krazy Town.
The music is all I'd want to save....

My gosh. The crows who are my neighbors, my friends and the daily, momentary advisors along my path-
were sure in deep throated song this morning.
I sat in my yard, simply marveling at the crow talk, their communications
between 6:30 and 8:00 am today~.

INCREDIBLE.
There must've been two dozen different voices, different crows calling to each other, from all 360° around me.

strange dream last night. I dreamed of my friend Glenn, Oogha Tleh, the Wirilwind and my first college roommate Tim, from Sand Springs, Ok.

They had joined forces against me, in a large city park somewhere; at the time that there was some sort of huge craft show going on. They had not only joined forces against me, but were also romantically involved together, making my old, great friend Tim attempt to create a wedge between me and Glenn, deliberately and physically keeping me from seeing him as he moved around the park, commenting of the crafts.

So I did the only thing which I could think of, and made some sort of rock collection and paints. something or another, hoping that Glenn would come and visit it and me.
He didn't, but he and Tim instead led me around that park in a false hope of speaking with them.
By the time I learned their intentions, Glenn was claiming possession of my crafts, the rocks and all.

So I asserted myself, and claimed them to be mine, too- but by that point, everyone was believing them two and not me. I had some contraption then, like an old rusty front-end loader, which was operated by a crank to move- try and pick up my craft of rocks.

Became distracted by these two once again, and led away from the rusty red machine to the other end of the park- where I discovered my friends had disappeared, but crews were digging up the park with better earth moving equipment than mine. I hurried back to my craft and my old machine, to claim what little from this betrayal by my friends that I could; but they'd doubled around behind me, and taken it all.

I was left empty handed and friendless at the end.

I'M GITTIN' MARRIED

I'M GITTIN' MARRIED

We. me and the FINEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!!
cAN'T6 THINK STRAIT, SO FR4EAKING HAPPY
LETICIA SAID "YES"! tO MAKING ME THE HAPIIEST MAN INT EHWORLD, IN THE UNIVERSIE.tHE TEARS FROM MY EYES HAVVE BEEN FALLING 10 FEET, CAUSE i'M WALKING 9 FEET OFF THE GRUOUND.
wANTED YOU TO OKNOW... joyb eyond words
MY HONEY SAID YES!

My soul was happy today. I spent a little time with a holy man, a shaman today who has the most pristine spirit I've yetmet. For that (too-) short a time, the rest of the world ceased to be important, laughable. The world was so small today for less than an hour, just this wise, old soul and me.

It is somewhat hard to put into words, how just walking and talking about spirit, about owls and coyotes and cedar trees could make the other world like a vague dream.

My heart leapt that he invited me to his sacred place. To say 'no', or 'later maybe' never entered my head. I hope I can be lucky enough to know this man many years.

Oogah Tleh.

Never have I known someone so bitter and so hateful. My neighbor takes such delight in spreading misery. And she takes such pride in her own hatred.

When I or anyone tries to tell her why nobody likes being around her, because she is the highest authority on EVERY subject, and will talk your head off telling you so, until you run away from her, she will take that as vindication of her wickedness. Pride in Wickedness.

She will talk your ear off, nonstop rambling on about 55 subjects in a row, and never say a thing.
When she's put into the nursing home, this month hopefully, I will attend the whispered party, celebrating her absence around here, celebrating the peace.

What does a blogger do, when he (or she) just wants to say a zilliion things?

1) I am so happy today, the grin cant be sanded off my face! I hate to admit this, but remember that "One Fine Day, When Everything Was Fine" meme, a couple weeks ago??!!
I think it's today. Honest - today.
I am busy making dinner for the most wonderful girl in the world, and she claims to like me, too
(There was an orange rose and card on my porch screen door, when I got home this afternoon--)
The Cardinals are in first place, and winning!
The weather today here, was ordered from a menu: Cool, damp, breezy.
The garden is growing, and the freezer is full of catfish and buffalo.

2) Today, I seriously entertained the idea of doing some shopping soon......... in a jewelry store. Leticia's birthday is July 19th.
Wouldn't an engagement ring be a nice BD gift for such a sweet girl?

More later maybe-

The latest update in the weird dream file is the most weirdest.
I dreamed last night, that I was laying in bed awake, and reached behind the mattresses at my head, to find:
a pair of scissors, with broken off blades,
then a second pair of scissors, in working order,
then a pair of tweezers,
then two cans of bug killer,
then a small, black desk lamp (with hi-intensity bulb),

then I dreamed that I moved over to the other side of the bed, where I noticed that two people had written messages to me, on the headboard post. Unreadable.

All this time, I thought I was awake.
So I got up. And with my dog at my side, we walked into the kitchen in the dark, to start the day.

That's when I first, first realized that I was dreaming. I realized that I was still in bed, still in the original place in bed. So was Amos still sleeping, at my feet.
But back to sleep, I got out of bed again, and this time, I knew I was dreaming inside the dream.
so I went outside, to let the dream take off in the direction it wanted to.

Outside my house, there was a two or three story building which was a school, but students were crawling up the walls, Spiderman style, and crawling into a second story window.

Weenies and beans, about a half hour before bedtime, did this.
It was cool~!

'Ain't Misbehavin'
I came to Her today at her work Again. To HER obvious great surprise.
Ha. Ha. Ha.

A neighbor of mine needed me, needed me to drive her to her nearby, 0ut-0f-town bank on business. And wouldn't let loose of me, until I did her biddying.

But unlike my elderly kno-wi-tall neighbor, when I accompanied her into the bank, (for a changie) it was really to see the young Lady again who went with me to the pow-wow last night in Tuskahoma, and who ended up sleeping on my sofa here, and whom I drove back home in LeFlore only about four hours ago.
What fun!
What fun!!!
Exclaim// Ation Point, Oklahoma, zip code// password.....
What fun we had together~!
My god, what go9od care She took care of me last night~!~!
Her Hands in my hair lassnigthghty brought a comepltget new feeligng to meWQ@~!!
Zing!
When my bank tellergoddess saw my neighbor, She shuddered like the rest of the bank employees Usually doo.

But when my bank teller saw me again, in the background this time, with my neighbor, SHe rolled her big brown eyes at me and smiled Her disarming, beguiling smile**.

Wasx t hat aHer blush iSaw?
Then the lighs went out I lost conscious. Nness, momentaril yAgain.
Thank goodness for their island, in the center of the banks' foyer. Damn weak knees!
Buy me some peanuts and CrackerJack, I don't care if I ever come down--

THE girl with O-those warm and limpid~ brown eyes
ah, the girl with that smile**,
The girl with the brown and gold-streaked hair,
Jesus, juses, SHE REC0GJNIZED WO SCOTT JOPLIN IS,.,, for yersake!!

gLorious brEathLEssness...!
mOTHER EARTH Iloveyou
Who struck me into sheer dumbnumb Ness, with hER demure,defenseless looks oft to me!
Oooh! Her hair smelled soo goood, like warm-lemon-lime tomorrows.
my breathing heaves, in attempts to recall it. gasping in recall.
Could? She? Be?
We've had four dates so far, including the pow-wow last night.
And she said she enjoyed each with me.
With Me?!! Doesthatinclude oUR Kissing;':.,?"!
mY.. OUR KISSES reMind meof FUTURE KISSES we can sharE#



don't She Know i'm A Localmal Cantbeliked?
THeE>?
I want ot become her theLocal Romanticontent with her
Mor eThanany Thing;

Right now, I don't even know if I'm the Local Halfsavant or uh, what... ever...
cheerfully vvote for hillarying-ism.... kissda donkeyBama...,,ok,cando,sure.

PPPlease, dont toy with me again, God...
Don't take this away from me again.
Because this is too good!11
OK? PPPleae?