These are some of the fresh blooms from this years flower garden efforts. I am quite pleased with the results.
Have a nice mid-week as we slide into another wacky world.
The sunrise photos from the other days morning stroll.
With all the protesting and other non-sense, like greenhouse door destruction and mask-wearing, I decided to register my e-bike. I forgot my mask at it has become policy to wear one in government buildings so I hiked up my sweatshirt for appopriate cover, I mean to safeguard others. Anyway…
Officer Poupore came out to regisgter my bike for me in case I need to file a claim. Insurance is a whole different type of legal robbery I will avoid today but sometimes can be useful if it pays.
Officer Popoure and I have had our run-ins, especially when I drink (imagine that) but he has always given me a sense of mutual respect.
Here is Officer Popoure is seen here getting my information.
We rely on people like him when we are in need and need help or protection from threats by others. He has been with our tribal organization for many years now and survived our tribal politics. For which he deserves a medal.
Thanks for registering my bike Officer.
The past few days have created more personal challenges that leave one to wonder and ponder the point of life. It seems people prefer negative over positive. Maybe the culture I live in has influenced my behavior to recognize only the negative as this seems to be the case when I look for assistance from my tribe.
Over the past 20 years I have attempted to regain my own own sense of self worth by chasing a dream that has been over for some time. Although many of the accomplishments that were made continue to benefit tribal member today, even though I believe tribal members have been robbed and left by its leaders, in favor of economic development.
There is always a push to create more tribal government which largely excludes tribal membership. This results in the tribal government being made up of mainly non-tribal members who create rules, policies and laws that benefit tribal government and its employees. These people, very often, make all the critical decisions that are kicked up to the Chief and his executives, who continue to practice State law on Sovereign tribal members.
I am continually ostracized by my own tribal government but I must find a way to move forward as I look to the heavens toward the Rising Sun.
Being a part of history is not always recognized or told.
Recently my Uncle Ted Wandahsega passed away at an age typical of in the Native American population. Ted was tribal chairman for a year until the current tyrant took over.
My uncle Ted never got the credit he deserved for sticking his neck out on line, for the tribal members. In order for the tribal members to purchase slot machines for gaming operations an agreement had to be signed with a leasing company known as “Yellowhammer”.
One evening I sat with the Chief, Uncle Ted (Casino Manager)and I were “negotiating terms” for tribal members to lease slot machines for the relocation to US 2, a popular route through the U.P. of Michigan.
It was a perfect opportunity as the Seminole tribe was making headway in Florida.
Upon commencement of signing, Yellowhammer sent a woman who appealed to my Uncle’s taste. He was getting the contract signed for the casino or a date. I teased him quite a bit over the whole deal.
The contract was presented and she slide it over to the Chief for signature, and he almost immediately slide it to the middle of the table and stated, ” I am not going to jail for anyone!”.
Ted, as the Casino Manager, says, “Give me the damn thing, I will sign it, I have been to jail before!”
I believe that is history but some will call fake news.
Rest in peace Uncle and thanks for taking the risk for all the tribal members.
