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E pony ride

I have an electric bike. It is also called my e pony.

Here are a few photos of real ponies. These animals are absolutely amazing creatures of My creator.

Have a great evening.

The CHIEF and I: Political Corruption

Anyone living in the Hannahville Indian Community or nearby.I am available for work.

Mainly yard work and odd jobs.Call or text 906-250-9747 and make me an offer.

I have applied to get work in the community and keep getting disqualified as jobs are taken by largely non-tribal members from Escanaba, Powers, and Harris townships.

These jobs are being given away by tribal members who are in positions to help other tribal members but do not want the competition of a hard-working tribal member so the obedient non-member gets the resources as they please corrupted tribal government executive officers.

I went to see the Chief executive officer, Kenneth Meshigaud, again and explained to him the treatment that I have endured here since he forced me to listen to his brother accuse me of molesting his kid in 1993. This while I was at work.

All I was doing was securing deposits for ALL tribal members and their families.

Ever since then I have been treated like poorly and very judgmentally by many in this community and people claim they are scared of me, when I would give them the shirt off my back.

I am a hard worker and produce great results. I am very productive and take breaks rarely.Any help would be appreciated.

My Chief says he does not have to listen to my problems as he has no time and does not remember. He claims to not remember any of this so I must jog his memory.

Have a nice day and keep fighting government corruption at the local and tribal levels.

The Chief and I: “I am not going to jail for anyone!”

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.

The Mask Wearing Dilemma

This whole idea that my body is not designed to meet the challenges of any natural viruses the earth’s environment produces, seems ludicrous to me. I believe in a Creator and the design given, so I can house the soul I carry around in this life.

When human intelligence wants to interfere with this design, I get very suspicious and somewhat insulted. Who is any human to think they can improve the design each one of us is give, individually?. Some of our designs are made for labor and some for planning. We do not chose these traits our parents give those to us as part of our creation package, if you will.

I am against wearing a mask or face covering for this reason. I am born naked and will eventually lie on my deathbed the same way. My body is designed to have oxygen, no person has any right to deny me of my proper intake of the very source that keeps me alive. I recently had a stroke caused by blood clots on my brain. I need all the oxygen I can get at this point. That is why I do not want to wear the mask. I also have many disabilities from anxiety and abuse which further complicate a mask wearing for me.

Recently the county in which my reservation is located recieved a memo from the local sherrif through facebook. I was delighted about his stance and feel the tide may be turning.

To me it is a choice to wear a mask, especially if you think you are sick. If I think I am sick, I stay home. Forcing people to wear a mask is not only dangerous to many but a violation of a basic human right to free oxygen needed to keep the body functioning properly.

Has governments forgotten some of us are not equipped to handle wearing a mask.

We are healthy for our age and pose no public threat.

I do not feel that way. I feel I am a threat to everyone for not obeying an unporven command. Besides, commands are for military personell not civilians

We have a choice to wear a mask or not, that is the law.

We have the right to LIFE, liberty and happiness.

Tribal Government: Child Protection Services

In the Hannahville Indian Community the welfare of the children is monitored by a child protection service team who follow the State of Michigan guidelines for child custody cases.

ICWA or the Indian Child Welfare Act is a Federal law that gives more authority to grandparents in the role of deciding where children are placed and taken care of in the tribe. Of course our legal and prosecutor department encourage the more stringent policies of the State of Michigan and due to funding gathered from State programs. These state guidelines allow child protective services to invade tribal member homes at will based on rumors.

For several years my girlfriend of 11 years and I, have been raising two young children that had been brutally traumatized. The court awarded my woman custody of 2 of the 3 children left in our care over 2 years ago. We have been struggling ever since but the children are coming along well and behaviors are improving. I love the little ones.

A few years ago the older boy had been talking in school. He often is separated from the class as he has behavioral outbursts from his traumatic experiences. He reminds me so much of myself at that age. I had speech impediments until I worked with a specialist. Anyway, he must have been babbling about past traumas and they were sexual in nature, evidently. This is what prompted the “investigation” of child protective services.

They showed up before lunch and two workers said they were there to pick up the 5 year old boy. I was in shock immediately because I have dealt with the CPS before and my brother ended up in Federal court over there “investigations”. Charges he ultimately beat after sitting in jail for 15 months going to court. I was worried I was next.

They took the 5 year old boy after threatening to call police if I did not cooprate and hand him over. I was intimidated because this tribal government has repeatedly abused my personal rights as an American citizen and as an Indian person protected under the Indian Civil Rights Act or ICRA, a federal law. I let him go with the workers.

For an hour we waited. I cried many times in that hour worried I may meet the same fate as my brother as I was broke and could not bail out of any jail. I was so sick I was dry heaving and crying at the same time. I was scared as hell.

After an hour the lady’s returned the 5 year old boy to us and were very nice and apologetic. That is when they explained why they took the boy. I was disgusted and immediately wonder if they would do this to the Chief if it was him. I was completely mad and felt violated and mistrusted by my tribal government.

What do I when contact tracers show up on a whim? I am scared of the what the future holds for our freedoms and liberty as human beings.

Today I feel like a commodity that belongs to the tribal government, who is about 25 percent Indian, for a head count to get state funding from Michigan.

I am scared they may come after the children again, this time on suspicion of a virus.

This is communistic.

The Chief and I: Tribal Sovereignty

On a blistering winter night the Chief and I made our way to Lansing, Michigan during a frigid ice storm. The Chief did an excellent job navigating us to our hotel but we had to drive very slow. This gave us an opportunity to get to know each other a little better and talk about dreams and goals in life.

It was strange with us at times because we knew we have become adversaries but we still communicated with each other often.

As I reflect I understand his motivation. I was in control of the casino at the young age of 23. I was too green to understand the politics of everything but soon came to realize relationships are a means to an end in politics. In other words friendships are temporary and have no trust factors. In my opinion of course.

Anyway to make a long story short, the subject of “what we wanted to be” came up. I felt like I was 15 again and talking about being a fireman or police officer.

I told the Chief I wanted to be the Tribal Chairman one day as I had recently became chairman of both the Casino and Housing boards. He looked at be kind of puzzled and chuckled a bit.

I asked him what he wanted to be and the response left me speechless for a good hour. The ride just got longer for me after I heard his reply.

The Chief says to me, while looking straight forward, “I want to be a State Senator in Michigan”. I almost chocked. All I could think was, ” Your the Chief of an Indian tribe than has a special relationship with the Federal Government, isn’t that like taking a step backwards?”

Well we tribal members got a memo from our Chief today supporting Governor Whitmers decree or EO.

I guess Chief has fulfilled his wish to work for the State of Michigan!

I am feeeling a little disgusted today.

My Chief has still not asked me my opinion.

I suffer from anxiety cause by years of child abuse and cruel forms of punishment but that makes me the minority and now I am ostracized from my own community.

Are you people qualified?

Tribal governance on the Hannahville Indian Reservation began to gain strength and grow tremendously in the early 1990’s as Indian Gaming was introduced as an economic means to improve tribal member lives with employment and housing opportunities.

It also provided tribal government with an opportunity to control the population as well.

The tribe hired an assistant prosecutor from a neighboring county to replace the outgoing tribal member attorney from Bay Mills Indian Community. I knew him as “Mickey or Mick”. He was one of the silent champions of the tribal gaming compact negotiation with the State of Michigan. He moved on to become the Presidsent of the College on his reservation.

His replacement became nothing but a challenge to opportunities I thought belonged to tribal members. One of these was making decisions about child welfare issues occurring within the boundaries of the reservation.

Our tribe used to elect community boards every year and I was honored to have served on the Child Welfare board for one year. During that year the new tribal attorney became an adversary as we disagreed on regulatory control. In order to receive more “free funding” from the State of Michigan we needed tougher or more stringent guidelines than the Federal guidelines provided by ICWA.

I was not in support of this and felt it was taking away authority from the Child welfare board. When I questioned the new attorney about this her response was, “do you think you people are really qualified to make these descions?” I was immediately insulted as a member of that board.

I made an issue of this at our next meeting and the board decided to make all the decisions in regard to taking or leaving tribal children in homes that were experiencing dysfunctions compared to other communities. The attorney and child welfare team gave me some real nasty looks that day but for that year, the board was qualified to make decisions on its own merits, following guidelines provided by the federal government, not state.

Our resources were growing at an exponetially huge rate and budgeting needed to be established. I had to remove myself from several boards and concentrated on housing and gaming development.

Soon after the child welfare team and the attorney took back authority and implemented state standards which severely restricted tribal control of adoptions and other child welfare issues.

Tribal control was lost to implementing higher standards and the only people “qualified” were largely non-tribal people.

All for the “free funding”, our control was given over to non-tribal members again.

The child welfare board is still in existence but is merely a mouthpeice for the state of Michigan and its standards for Indian people and their children.

The political money (tribal member resources) games continue on the reservation as we continue to “disqualify” tribal members for jobs and governmental positions.

Tribal governments will never grow to protect tribal members if they continue to believe they are not qualified.

Political corruption is alive and well here, that is for sure.

Alternative information

Not sure about much anymore but the sites like these provide good information.

These types of site do not fit the narrative held by mainstream media and propaganda.

All governed people should take back their consent to corruption.

Enjoy these alternative views.

Max Igan

youtu.be/5yo_uALpJYQ

The Dollar Vigilante

https://youtu.be/9ID6fNN5Urs

Beginning Gardening

Since my reservation has been flipped upside and turned inside out .

I have been tending a garden for bean and pea soup!

Have a great day!

My Dad Wilsey

My tribe allowed me to be adopted by the Wilsey Family in the mid 1970. The entire affair gave three “Indian” children a spotlight in the legal arena. My earliest recollection were rumors that “my people” were looking for the three of us, as we lived out of suitcases for a brief period of time. Eventually the tribe awarded “us three” to our cousin’s family on my mother side, she was a white Swedish women. I remember her as an angel.

Former Court house where adoption took place

Anyway, Dad Wilsey had to make plenty of personal sacrifices for us and the strain was a lot for his family. It literally has taken a lifetime to have an appreciation for the real fear he felt for losing us. Many nights he would sit the three of us down, by himself, and literally cry. He would let us know we worth all the trouble in the world.

Today I remember my Dad Wilsey who was a highly decorated war veteran of the Korean War, which left my father skeptical of government but he maintained his allegiance to the country.

I have many stories of “Pops”, and as I approach my final years I have a greater appreciation for the sacrifices he made for three children in need. I am proud to call him Dad. Without him and the guidance from him and his family, I would not be able to form my own opinion and be able to stand up for that, even if he did not agree.

He taught me to stand up for myself and learn to take care of myself because as he said “no one else is going to do it for you”.

Happy Father’s Day Dad and thanks for the confidence.

Happy Father’s Day to all men who make sacrifices for our children’s comfort today.

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