MNN. Aug. 27, 2015. There was no wall to wall coverage of over 150 million ongwehonweh babies, children, youth, women, men and elders being murdered, hacked, burned or worked to death, starved, even eaten, raped and tortured. The CROWN did this to us. The settlers were all in on it. Vester Flanagan is getting his 15 minutes of fame for murdering those two tv employees on camera.
We are reminded through their constant military displays, that the Western Roman Empire is the republic of war that commits genocide on a daily basis with no remorse. Vesper Flanagan learned from them. We ongwe’hon:weh are seen as less than human beings and deliberately forgotten so they can continue to benefit from the genocide they are still committing. The scalp laws have never been repealed. Like all their corporate bylaws, they are brought up when they are needed, i.e. Toronto G20 Summit in 2010. Vesper Flanagan saw his victims as less than human. It was just like the Norridgewoc, Wounded Knee, Sand Creek and thousands of other massacres carried out on our people. The military told them, “Take whatever land you want and kill the INDIANS on it”. Their policy continues.
No tears for us.
The blacks were released from slavery so they could form regiments called Buffalo Soldiers for the sole purpose of killing the INDIANS. Genocide is how they and their masters got everything they have. The people of the world will finally put an end to genocide when we deal with this issue on ono’ware”geh, Great Turtle Island.
The CROWN’S business plan rewrites history to cover their crime, so they can get away with genocide. The CROWN [Western Roman Empire] seek to commit genocide whenever they need to, but nobody else can. In Canada the Truth and Reconciliation Commission gathered evidence of the CROWN’S absolute guilt for committing “genocide” of our children.
Mainstream media is the ministry of propaganda. Their main job is to promote fear and anger throughout the population as directed by the corporate matrix we are all subjected to. Their secondary job is to rewrite history to cover the genocide committed on ono’ware:geh by the Western Roman Empire. They got away with it so far by never mentioning it in the media.
Vesper Flanagan worked in the news so long that he decided to become the news. Frank Zappa’s lyrics capture this story perfectly, which we post in its entirety. [More Trouble Every Day]
Well I’m about to get up sick
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friend
Is anybody’s guess
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Wednesday I watched the riot. ..
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ’round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn
And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it. ..
‘Cause, baby, I don’t need it. ..
Take your tv tube and eat it
‘n all that phony stuff on sports
‘n all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They’ll send some joker with a Browning
And you’ll see it all complete
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Hey, you know something people?
I’m not black
But there’s a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I’m not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin’
And the local people turnin’
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite ’em
And they say it served ’em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it’s the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin’ “You can’t understand me!”
‘n all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and tv and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don’t appeal to him
(No matter if it’s black or white)
Because he’s out for blood tonight
You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won’t be many live
To see it really end
‘Cause the fire in the street
Ain’t like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don’t you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now’s the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain’t no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn’t free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won’t amount to nothin’ more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor
MNN. Aug. 17, 2015. To get a good education we are told to always ask “why?” and “can you prove it?” about everything. In 1884, Canada, a corporate franchise of Europe, illegally passed the Indian Advancement Act. [http://caid.ca/IndAdvAct1884.pdf] In 1924 all of our communities were turned into POW camps administered by the military. Kahnawake is #IR 14. Today, violating our sovereignty, illegal secret structures and businesses are flooding kahnawake, without our knowledge or consent. Complaints unheeded.
Chief Joe Norton lost 3 casino referenda.
“Get rich quick by scamming your people” by Joke Norton.
It seems he purchased our land to build a casino anyway, using our sovereignty and funds to make himself and his foreign investors rich. A road off the bridge from Montreal leads to a locked gate with the sign “L.A. Hebert” [commercial & industrial projects, possibly military. 450-632-7973].
The road leads into the bush to a weigh scale and then to a 300-acre cleared landfill. Along the road are empty poles. Further on electric boxes are attached to the poles with heavy black covered wiring buried into the ground. Further along stands a large empty square structure about the size of a 3-storey Wal-Mart, without windows.
Ol’ Joke casino in the bush. Ha ha ha!
A 13 ft. high fence with barbed wire at the top surrounds the entire property to keep people out, not in. 10 large cooling systems are on the roof. The property could be a casino, a military installation or a prison/holding pen/labor camp. Warning notices abound. The only security was a monitor on a table inside the front door. Further down the road is a 300-foot tower with huge thick black wires coming from it. 350 Wal-Marts closed.
Until we take direction from the kohtihon’tia:kwenio.
Strangely no one in Kahnawake seems to know when this structure was built in the center of our territory. Just like in 1994 Joke Norton bought a Jesus toast for $1.2 million of our funds without our knowledge.
Looks a bit like Joe.
According to Wampum 44 of the Great Peace the kohtihon’tia:kwenio, women titleholders, are responsible for all land and community issues. Each woman has the duty to bring all issues regarding our land before the people. Using Admiralty law to set up corporate businesses and structures on our land is illegal. The colony of Canada and their corporate puppets must immediately cease and desist their violations of our authority. They must deal only deal with us as required under both our law and international law. Anyone wishing to discuss any issues must provide full information through proper diplomatic channels, the Governor General.
Another option: off-shore casino on Lachine Rapids.
We, the kohtihon’tia:kwennio, of the rotino’shonni:onwe, maintain that violations of our inherent rights and laws, by Canada and its corporations and agents, like the MCK, cannot be tolerated. They violate the Great Peace and Two Row, the first laws of ono’ware:geh. The women titleholders of Kahnawake have full rights to seize all of these structures and businesses that have been illegally built in our community. Govern yourselves accordingly.
Due to the immense secrecy, we are speculating and entitled to full transparency. Alice Cooper sees the CROWN’s role in this Admiralty matrix . the band councillors help the CROWN spin its web: “I’m your lover. I’m your brother. I’m your killer. I’m your friend. I’m your teacher. I’m Your preacher. I’m the reaper. In the end. I am the spider.”
MNN. Oct. 26, 2013. The people were concerned. Their lands were constantly under attack by invaders. Warriors were sent out to find some answers. One ended up at a big stone house with a big watchtower on top of a high hill. He wanted to find out who lived there and entered. He encountered large unattractive people with scales all over their bodies. He saw that they slayed each other for fun and to get prizes.
Scaly people: “Mostly we sleep in our chairs and collect our ‘sustenance’ til we die.”
In a pond next to the big stone house lived a huge dragon that had to be fed everyday with the bodies of the true people of the nation. When they are all gone, then the subjects and their children would be thrown into the pond to be eaten by the dragon. The true people nearby told the warrior that everyone was living under great distress, because the dragon and his keepers are ravaging the land. They are taking all the sustenance to the bigger stone house far away over the bigger pond.
Dragon: “Here’s a back room deal. Just stay quiet and everything will be alright!!”
The beast overheard them talking. He jumped out of the pond roaring like thunder. His head was immense and his tail was 50 ft. long. The warrior showed no fear.
The warrior and the dragon fought. Its scales were so thick and hard his arrows broke into thousands of pieces upon impact. He took shelter beneath the Tree of Peace where no poison can prevail and no dragon can hurt us. With the arrow in his hand the warrior rushed at the dragon and pierce it where there are no scales. The dragon fell dead at his feet. He had found the dragon’s weakness and went everywhere to tell his people about it.
Warrior: “Hey, Dragon. You got soft spots all over!”
The true people can come together under the Tree of Peace for the protection of all mankind.
The Irish Rovers sang about dragons. When he has no believers, he dies .. “Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave, So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!Irish Rovers: “Puff the Magic Dragon”.
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MNN. May 25, 2013. Canada’s Prime Minister Harper admits his corporate government should fall. Before he became the new CEO of the Corporation of Canada, he condemned the liberals and demanded the Prime Minister’s resignation over a less corrupt scandal than the one he is dealing with now. Senators oversee the officers of the government on behalf of the shareholders, draft bills and report to the bankers. As the leader of the bankers’ hierarchical system, Harper has to fall on his sword over the exposure of this corruption, “If he has one moral bone in his body”. His “bagman”, Nigel Wright, was ordered, “I told you to discretely take care of that Duffy swindle, you embecile! Now I might have to resign!”
Poor House is that way.
Where will these sewer rats go? If they’re lucky, some will be taking that long walk up the hill to the poor house where a ride home to the Old Country awaits them! The rest will be left behind to live in third world conditions in mold infested, shoddy constructed, e-coli-contaminated shacks that were left behind by the Indigenous people. Inspectors will make sure their houses are built to indecent unlivable standards. You’re going to the new reservation built just for you and your crew near Attawapiskat, Harper. Our third party managers will take care of you. You’ll wish you were sitting in a rotten jail across the sea in the Fatherland, for as long as the grass grows, the rivers flow and the sun rises in the east.
Our third party managers!
You invaders came here with nothing. Your cohorts that are complicit in the brutality against us will be joining you on the new reservations. Your banker buddies will return every cent of our ever-growing $115 trillion Indian Trust Fund and be joining you on the reservations. With our money; you built yourselves the stately Parliament Buildings, homes, railroads and all the infrastructure, which are crumbling. The system based on bribery and corruption is broken. Auditor Deloitte was sent in to balance the books so the whole rotting system could continue and the public would turn a blind eye to the problem.
Harper is in a hurry to get his corporate tribal and band council Injuns to sign over everything to him. He is giving them more power and money to make our living conditions worse to drive us into submission. They have become rich and experts at carrying out the genocide for their masters. Our houses will be condemned so we have to be removed. Not for the sake of our health, but for the minerals and other wealth underneath.
The “left behinds” could follow the Great Law of Peace and come to one mind with us. As Five Finger Death Punch sings: “Politicians, bathing in their greed. No idea on how to be all they can be. Have you no honor? Have you no soul? What is it they’re dying for? Do you really even know? Have you no backbone? Have you no spine? Whatever happened to “No one gets left behind”?” No one gets left behind