I saw today that the "Occupy" protesters are still keeping up their vigil in positions straddling Front Street in downtown Traverse City, Michigan, under the windows of Michael Moore's office and near the State Theatre. Mr. Moore was not in the protest today,
though he does support the movement [MichaelMoore.com].
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| Occupy Traverse City |
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| "Idle No More", Traverse City |
I've been reading about the Idle No More movement for Native American treaty and other rights taking hold in Canada, and also about
"Idle No More" coming to Michigan [Anishinaaabekwe blog], but this sign is the first evidence I've witnessed for it here. I have no idea if the protester is a Native American or not.
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First I've heard of the 'Idle No More' movement. In Minneapolis, there was a click here at the Mall of America. Same old problems, just a more modern approach.
Hmm, how about click here ?
It's very Canadian I think. This is the first time I'd read of it in a US state other than Michigan.
I worked for quite a few years with
a western Native American. Like all cultures, they seem to have their own humor. I mentioned in a leg-pulling manner one time that
their music had a really good beat, but that the melody was atrocious. He replied that we of
Norwegian origin were the sad remnants of the Vikings, the strongest and bravest of whom all
died off in the battles of the dark ages. (when we cornered a
large rattlesnake, the same guy
poked me in the ankle with a stick)
BB: That's all pretty good. Any more jokes/etc like that remembered?
I had this one told to me once. The Hillary version. And yes it was told to me by a Native (a friend of the Three Fires people)
I was impressed by their inate relation with nature. This fellow
knew where a pair of golden eagles
had some young, the habits of horned larks and the time of day
the mule deer would show up. Our
explosives factory was new and in
a remote area, so in the early years, we had the deer, elk, mountain sheep and even a cougar
pass through. Necessarily the operations were widely scattered, and I would often walk through to
"see and be seen". I took him along
as lead production for that side one day: a woman ran out of her
operational building, "I think I saw a snake slither under that fibre drum!" He and she entered
and he tipped the drum back. A coiled rattler looked up at them
and they egressed with alacrity.
I said, "I didn't think YOU guys
were afraid of snakes." He pulled himself up straight and shot back,
"I'm NOT...I thought it was a mouse!"
I know one guy who could walk up to wild deer and touch them.
What do you think of these folks?
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