What happened to Macho B. is criminal. I'm glad people have resigned but we that won't bring the last jaguar in America back to life. That won't undo the horrific suffering he went through in that trap and before he died. Damn them all.
I wish I could do more, but think I'd not be of much help since I'm in Oklahoma. If I can help please let me know how
For those who want to learn more about the Idle No More movement that has now spread beyond Canada. Indigenous people as far away as New Zealand are in solidarity with Canada's First Nations. The Prime Minister, Harper may have awoken a sleeping giant; one that needed awakening.
Oklahoma Senator Inhofe is up to his same old, goofy tricks. However; I don’t think it will work. This man is such a slug. Please Senator Inhofe, go find someone other country to slime.
pOklahoma Republican Senator James Inhofe joins the Heartland Institute at the Capitol building this morning to unveil a new campaign to rein in the “rogue” Environmental Protection Agency. Inhofe is best known for his tirades against established climate science; the fringe Heartland Institute is best known for its billboard campaign comparing people concerned about climate [...]/p
via Senator Inhofe And The Heartland Institute Roll Out Underwhelming Campaign To Slash The EPA.
This sadistic trapping of wolves MUST stop. The sadistic SOB video tapped this wolf suffering in this trap. Who is breeding these sadists?
Oh God, here I stand.
I’ve forgotten to talk in a tongue
of a language long dead.
I watch them wrap
a bone and bead choker
around their throats,
audacious about their ancestry.
The proof is on the card
stored in the wallet of the wannabe,
This is my descendency.
I bleed your blood, too.
Shaking shells on pow-wow road,
full-bloods need no card
to dance their proof of permanence
onto the ground of their grandfathers’ wars.
They sing songs that rise
through the bones of their being.
If you dare approach,
they’ll tell you they dropped
down the birth canal
with porcupine quills
strapped to their heads,
and an eagle feather bustle
tied to their butts.
Their eyes smile when wannabes
believe their stories.
It’s the half-breed
who learned to carry
a dagger in each hand.
One for the red; One for the White
Accepted and denied equally by both sides,
she weaves along fence lines
that delineates between Indians.
There’s never enough blood to satisfy history;
and always too much to be freed completely.
Oh God, make me blind
to the day when I’ll bleed
the last bit of Indian out of me.