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He’s a good lookin’ guy.

You white dipshits invaded Iraq, got Ukraine invaded, elected Newsome and Biden.


Indian dipshittery pales in comparison.


Oooohhhh....they killed too many tatonka one time....

You better be working on your fancy dance moves, we got some pow wows to go to! Don’t worry I got the native pride hats covered cuz!

AOC was adopted by the Indian tribe out in North Dakota I wonder if she wears a native pride hat?

Kinda,...except anyone is eligible to shoot a deer, but only natives are allowed to spear out of season fish by the dozens.

Funny, they don’t sell hats or tshirts with the 14 words in any gas station I’ve been in.

Nugget, I'm wondering if he is a Maser sock or new Root handle.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrisse_Cullors

But I've definitely been wrong before.

The pic is of the dude off of the gator fishing show.

If you were born in this country, it doesn't matter what your ancestry is, you are a native American.

Take 7 prevagen you babbling old fool...

Chiloquin and Pendleton , never been much around the Warm Springs tribe. Also spent some time around Kooskie, in grade school, when pops was guiding at Moose Creek. Like I said good and bad in every race!

RJ Molinere

Besides gators also an arm wrestling champion.

Moved to Iowa from The Dakota's as a teen. Learned the trade as a mason tender then a mason. Met my grandmother in his late 20's. Mother born in1928. Survived the depression and bought a hardscrabble farm in Southern Iowa

Figure out who blower that trap up your butt, Indians never did care about conservation

A positive Reservation story…..

1980 I was subletting a room in Las Cruces waiting to leave for Africa and living well on day labor. Back then I lived on a big greasy breakfast and way too much coffee served at local eateries, I would read the newspaper cover to cover. Thats how I learned of the July 4th ceremonials at Mescalero, 100 miles away.

The beauty of day labor is ya can not show up for work anytime so I drove on over. The nature of this thing is it’s a coming of age ceremony for their daughters, sorta like an Apache quinceanera.

It’s expensive for the families to put on, so the Tribal Government will sponsor a number of families at once at a big celebration around July 4th when most people ain’t working. It’s at the fairgrounds, teepees, brush arbors outside the fairgrounds, religious ceremonies inside, lots of vendors, big party, big crowd, family gatherings all over.

They needed people to direct traffic so I signed up, it paid well, cash at the end of each day. I freely admit the absurdity of me telling people where to go on their own rez but there it was 🙂

Good feelings prevailed, lunch and supper were free too, by tradition they feed all the visitors. I’ve done it a few times since and its always been the same. They would see me standing out there all day long, red vest, flag in hand and some folks would hand me cold sodas and fry bread tacos out the pickup window as they passed by (I’d politely decline the occasion proffered cold beers).

They also paid a dollar fer every bag of trash you picked up and I’d give my full bags to the kids to go get their dollars.

In the course of the day you’d get to joking around with the families in camps adjacent to where I you were, one year I was giving them rides on my motorcycle. That year I had the rare privilege of sitting around sharing tiswin with some old folks who remembered exile in Oklahoma.

Pretty durned cool 😎

I had such a hat.
I liked it because it looked like the old Savage logo.

It weren’t all sweetness and light, one time I was directing traffic and this maybe 18 year old, long hair, bandanna, mirror shades, bone choker collar, heavy metal t-shirt guy pulls up, stares at me hostile, says one word “later” and drives on.

Where I was at later on was right by this teepee and the grandma in the place by and by sends a kid out with a plate of food for me, a little kid commenced to wave my flag around for a bit, laughing.

A few tipis down the road, maybe 70 yards, was prob’ly a guy selling weed or whatever on account of every so often small groups of teenagers would cross the road looking around, go inside, then emerge a short time later looking around and go back where they came from.

One group stops short, looks at me, and start talking to each other, prob’ly about me, and head out. So I’m expecting mirror shades guy.

A short while later mirror shades guy does show up with a buddy, prob’ly to thump the White guy, but he’s in a fix. Turns out it was most likely his own grandma that had been feeding me. So he stands there, arms folded, leaning against a car and staring at me from behind them shades.

I’m standing in the road and about ten more of his buddies show up and stand around me in a big circle. One of them calls out mirror shades guy’s name. But like I said he was in a fix. Meanwhile I was running my tongue inside my mouth feeling all my teeth for one last time. I didn’t say nothin’, I figured if I could get one of them (not that that was likely to happen) the best they could hope for was a draw.

Just then a tough older longhair in an actual low rider drives up, motions to shades guy to come over, says a quiet word to him, they all walk off. Then Low Rider guy pulls up to me and says “which way should I go?”, I looked at him and said “Sir, you can go any way you want”

The moral of that story? I was surrounded by hostile Apaches and lived to tell the tale 🙂

Anyhoo…. ain’t been back to that event in maybe fifteen years, last time I did the traffic thing about thirty. Fifteen years back was in company with my Ex. In one of them small world events I taught the kids of a guy from there here in San Antonio, stopped in to see him while we were out there.

Cool story, bro.

He also rides pedal bikes.just in case you didn’t know. Give it a year or so and you’ll hear it all again.

Go to any Indian reservation in the US and look how they treat their animals ( horses, dogs, cattle) women and children. You would be very appalled and disgusted.