MNN. Oct. 19, 2015. “The river of life has many falls, twists and turns and steep walls. We travel down it in our own way. The same has been from the very first day. I’ll stay in my canoe. You stay in your boat. I only hope you stay afloat. I’ll smile at you, you wave at me. We’ll continue on toward the sea”.
We all have a duty to take care of the natural world. Mayor Coderre and the Family Compact cannot violate the teiohateh, the law of the land, which gave them permission to life here. They are not following the treaty and risk being exposed as the rogue state they have become.
We all must save our river of life.
Everyone is welcome at the continuous fire vigil at the southern end of the Mercier Bridge that spans kaniatarowanon:onwe. Needed: wood, water, fruits, coffee. Contact these officials and tell them how you feel about their shit in the river.
MNN. 16 Oct. 2015. A temporary postponement of the shit-drop into the kaniataro’wanen:onwe, the great river of life, by Mayor Coderre of Montreal is unacceptable. Stop it forever! sa**********@ri****.com
Coderre: “Old boys, I tried”.
The Chateau Clique, the Quebec “old boys club” of the Family Compact, invented the private corporation of Canada. They incorporated the City of Montreal in 1832 causing the shit problem in Montreal and elsewhere. The scum who started the Clique are James McGill and John Molson. Their partners are Jonathan Sewell, Quebec Archbishops Jacob Mountain and Charles James Stewart, William McGillivray, Edward Bowen, banker Horatio Gates and Peter McGill. Their offspring are today’s old boys club stinking up everything.
… which was all stolen from the ongwe’hon:weh
The old thugs made laws in the 1830s at Osgoode Hall in Toronto, built with stolen Six Nation Trust Funds. The laws were to protect their land theft, power grab, and to ensure they remain perpetually at the top of the corporate hierarchy. They set up the private corporation of Canada and made up bylaws. They set up the Canadian banking system and own all the major banks. Their Family Compact bloodline sit on the boards of directors for all major corporations of Canada, including the Corporation of Canada.
The CROWN is the sole shareholder of the private corporation known as Canada. The Family Compact bankers sit on the board of directors for the CROWN shareholders to make sure there is ever growing dividends. They appoint the boards for Montreal, McGill University and so on. Every band council, community, town, municipality and city was incorporated into private independent republics controlled by the Family Compact. The bankers control every everyone in Canada because they can’t make a transaction without a bank account.
McGill & Molson: “How dare you call us criminals to our faces!”
They even gave us, and our land, foreign corporate names to alienate us from our land and the natural world. We will reclaim our original ongwe’hon:weh names. The so-called “St. Lawrence” is kaniatara’wano:onwe, the great river of life, which we live with and never try to control. Our names have life, momentum and meanings that makes us think.
Roy Orbison sings it best for what’s coming: “All the rainbows in the sky start to even say goodbye. You won’t be seeing rainbows any more. Setting suns before they fall, echo to you, that’s all, that’s all.
But you’ll see lonely sunset after all. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, It’s over.
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Time to ask Haudenosaunee Environmental Task Force why they’ve taken no action against this desecration of our river: Phone: (518) 333-0228. Can’t as they are busy with the UN.
MNN. Oct. 14, 2015. This statement was put out on local media:
The kanion’kehaka plan to obstruct Montreal’s scheme to dump their 8 billion litres of raw o’tah into our river. Mayor Coderre pledges to begin the big poop on Sunday, October 18th. The “Family Compact” and “Chateau Clique” are behind this mess. In Quebec James McGill and John Molson formed the Chateau Clique around 1800. They became wealthy and powerful by stealing our land and funds and trying to kill us off. They established Montreal as their own republic. Their whole Canadian banking system is illegal and set up by these same people. They steal more than enough to put their ca-ca somewhere else.
Family Compact & Chateau Clique bloodlines!
Their offspring are now in control. They select the prime ministers, bureaucrats and all form of gatekeepers to maintain their control matrix. As Mark Twain said, “If voting really mattered, they wouldn’t let us do it!” kaniataronwanon:onwe is our river designed by creation to take care of all life.
McGill and Molson families, stop complaining and clean up your poo-poo! You remind us of the song we heard in the school yard sung by the whining brat. “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I’m going down the garden to eat worms. Long thin slimy ones, short fat fuzzy ones. Ooey gooey, ooey gooey worms. Long thin slimy ones slip down easily. Short fat fuzzy ones don’t. short fat fuzzy ones stick to your teeth. And the juice goes slurping down your throat.”
MNN. 13 Oct. 2015. The story goes that in the early 1800’s the bankers wrote a script to steal half the land mass of ono’ware:geh from the onkwe’hon’weh:neh, the natural people. They formed a “Family Compact” in Upper Canada Ontario and a “Chateau Clique” in Lower Canada Quebec. They were John Robinson, Bishop Strachan, William Osgoode, Jonas Jones, Aeneas Shaw, Col. James FitzGibbon, William Henry Bouleton, Allan Napier McNabb, Henry Sherwood and James Buchanan. In Montreal it was James McGill and John Molson. Their offspring are responsible for all the shit they left in Montreal.
Family Compact & Chateau Clique, your pot runneth over!
The script set up its artificial matrix called “corporatism”. They would steal our land, resources and accumulate wealth and power. The only real law of the land now and then is kaia’nereh:kowa.
The Family Compact and Chateau Clique, along with the bankers, make up the board of directors for the CROWN [13 families] for the corporation of Canada. These compacts do all the dirty work such as killing the INDIANS and stealing all our possessions.
or when you tell them to flush the toilet!
In this play the actors illegally control everything: public policy, revenues, patronage, land grants, banks, building canals and railroads, citizenship, etc. They appointed legislative councils to run it [the shadow government]. The municipal corporations were all independent republics owned by the banks representing the CROWN shareholders. The funds for everything came from the ongwe’hon:weh trust funds. This performance is still in play.
We never believed any of this. We are natural people and saw it wasn’t real. In the finale we were going to be absorbed into the artificial body politic they created, which is all pretend. It’s all based on the fiction that they can own our mother earth.
Today the Family Compact and Chateau Clique fear the 100th monkey effect. The people are the monkeys trained to be blind and obedient. When 10% of the sleeping human minds wake up, the 100th monkey effect will kick in. They will awaken everybody else who will see the fiction.
The Corporation of the City of Montreal set up in 1832 by the Family Compact is responsible for shitting on our bed. They better put their shit somewhere else, not in kaniatarowano:onwe, the river of the natural people. The solution for the war problem is to hold the shareholders accountable for the crimes of their corporations by eliminating the limited liability clauses in the corporate acts.
kohtihon’tia:kwenio: “Clean up our mother or get out!”
As the nursery rhyme goes, 15 monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and the other one said, “No more monkeys jumping on the bed”. The made-for-tv rock band, the Monkees, reflected the gullible nature of the public: “Here we come, walking down the street… we get the funniest looks from everyone we meet. Hey, hey, we’re the monkeys. And people say we monkey around. We’re too busy singing to put anybody down. We’re just trying to be friendly. Come and watch us sing and play. We’re the young generation. And we’ve got something to say”.
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MNN. Sept. 27,2015. Those ongwe’hon:weh who have gone over to the other side are like the INDIAN souvenirs that are sold to tourists with “Made in China” written on the bottom. tehati’natsa’hia:ton means those ongwe’hon:weh who vote in the corporate elections have “made in Canada” written on their behinds. By voting they take an oath to Queenie to support the CROWN’s genocide against us.
The only way the settler colony of Canada can qualify to be a country is to eliminate us by assimilating or terminating our existence. They have to get us to agree with their system by voting in it. Stephen Harper is horrible so that we will rise up and vote against him. Mulcair and Trudeau will be exactly like Harper. There is no “Canadian” land and no “Canadian” language. Therefore Canada is not a country, just a corporation privately owned by the CROWN. Any ongwe’hon:weh that votes is agreeing that they can kill us, steal everything we have – our land, resources, future children and to destroy our mother.
The law of the land is the kaia’nereh:kowa. Those who join a foreign entity violate wampum 58. They lose their birthrights to the land, their mother, name and clan. They join the invader population.
To those voting, the message is: “Voting means you give up being an ongwe’hon:weh. You agree with the system that is oppressing us. You will be owned by the shareholders of the Canadian corporation like the other Canadian voters. The 1924 one-hundred year plan to annihilate us is still in play. You leave the canoe and board the bankers’ Admiralty ship. It cannot dock. You become landless and have no roots to ono’ware:geh. You take an oath to the Queen to help carry out her wishes and become one of her landless orphans. Your mother is no longer ono’ware:geh.
If you vote, you go against your ancestors who died for your freedom. You can change your mind. As Bob Dylan sings: “Come gather round, people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone. For the times they are a’changing.”
MNN. Sept. 10, 2015. There are mainly two classes of refugees from the Middle East. The ‘band council’ refugees that served the CROWN/Vatican establishment to help steal the resources. The real refugees are the displaced tribal peoples. When the upper class puppets are no longer needed, they either get reassigned, flee or get killed. The real refugees end up in tent cities, whom we should help to remain safely in their homeland.
Soon the band council’s usefulness to the CROWN will be over. Just like the Middle East stooges, chief Joke Norton of kahnawake Mohawk Council Inc. used our sovereignty and money to set up businesses with outside partners. Online gambling earned them billions, safely put in off shore bank accounts, so we wouldn’t know how much was stolen. We got crumbs. Then the US passed a law making online betting illegal as investors and clients were not paying taxes earned off reserve from so-called INDIAN businesses. The CIA swarmed into Kahnawake. The US seized everything. Joke Norton was put out of business. His partners skipped out. The headquarters moved to the Isle of Man, and now buys ”services” cheaply from companies set up in Kahnawake.
Fed up with greedy ungrateful refugees!
Indian Affairs sets up Mohawks as fronts for outside investors. They just have to pay rent for space in our community to take advantage of our sovereignty and tax free position. Then Indian Affairs needed Joke Norton back on the council to finish the job! How did he win the election when nobody wanted him? Indian Affairs fixes every election! As Mark Twain said, “If voting made a difference, they wouldn’t let us do it!”
The Mohawk Council of Kahnawake Inc. lawyer, Murray Marshall, is the mastermind here. There’s a Murray Marshall in every ongwe’hon:weh community. He’s a bar lawyer who sets up the spin, payoffs, rules, regulations, contracts and deals. Godfather Murray Marshall.
This corruption designed by the global monetary matrix has caused a great sense of loss to us ongwe’hon:weh. Our people are fighting each other instead of the governments and corporations. The evil ones and their puppet masters create crisis after crisis and use them to keep us divided and preoccupied. The chaos in our communities is like fire fights going in various monetary directions.
Harper in new wig: “We need your money. So shut up!”
Canada is spending our trillions of dollars of Indian Trust Funds to pay their bills. Our communities are inundated with drugs and other problems to keep us distracted.
Our communities are clearing houses for nefarious corporate ends. The band councilors basically know nothing and go along. Where will the INDIAN refugees go when everybody finds out what they’ve done to us? These band council refugees can’t live amongst us and have forfeited their birthright to our mother. Will France, Great Britain and Germany take them as well? There will soon be thousands of refugees from the INDIAN control grid.
We will guard ono’ware:geh our mother.
There are only rich and poor. Remember, 99% of us are poor. Joke Norton cohorts will love this song as Bon Scott sings: “finger freddy, diamond jim, they’re getting ready, look out i’m comin’ in, so spin that wheel, cut that pack, and shoot them loaded dice … [Sin City]
MNN. 9 Sept. 2015. Yes, we ongwe’hon:weh have a 500 year-old refugee problem called “Canadians” and “Americans”. We and our mother live a life of peril since they washed upon our shores. Most of us were slaughtered. Our ancestors are warning us about them. The Corporation of Canada will selectively accept those associates who will help them rape and pillage our land and possessions and try to complete the genocide. We have no obligation to help them. We have to object. We are ono’ware:geh/Great Turtle Island.
The Anglo American establishment organized the chaos we see today in the Middle East. The bankers created a self-serving class system who must now be taken out and sent to their corporate colonies like Canada, to continue to serve them and their interests. Those upper class who are unwelcome in their homeland have been nurtured to fit into the banker’s monetary matrix. They have families and bank accounts to pay someone off. The poor walkers into Hungary who got their houses and towns blown up by the Europeans are unwanted by the gatekeepers of the corporate matrix. Sad stories are spun every day to make us feel guilty for not wanting to share more of our land, resources and lives.
Take back to the ‘fatherland’ only what you brought! [Nothing!]
We brought in refugees and gave them a safe future. Soon they began exterminating us and helping themselves to our possessions. Because this is not their land they destroyed our mother with impunity. Canada passed the anti-terror bill, C51, aimed at terminating us by 2024. These refugees should go home and fix the chaos in their own countries caused by western multinational corporations. We’ve suffered enough!
Immigration system is a take & destroy mission.
They are coming here to monetize everything to wipe out the Great Law of Peace. Our women decide citizenship, political office, naming, clan designations and adoptions. CROWN, take all your children home. These immigrants are not being told that we never surrendered any of our land and possessions, that the CROWN matrix illegally controls a slave system. The CROWN is 100% guilty of genocide in the residential school holocaust. The world must help bring charges against the CROWN and punish these criminals. Terrorists are being imported to continue the genocide of the natural people. The refugees can only connect with the earth through their women in their own homelands.
Time for the world to help stop this!
Nirvana tell it: “Stay away. Stay away. Stay away. Give an inch, take a mile”.
MNN. Sep. 7, 2015. About five years ago Mr. SOS got in touch with me by email. He was affiliated with a group at McGill University environmental issues and a group of Montreal Island history aficionados. He also worked with kahnawake elders to list Mohawk place names on Montreal Island and surrounding areas.
Recently an issue came up about Turcot Yard, the land south of the escarpment on Upper Lachine Road across the river from Kahnawake. Historically, from Ville St. Pierre to Atwater was a seven mile lake. In 1535 Jacques Cartier came upstream from the kaniatarowano:onwe/St. Lawrence River/river of the Mohawks and landed there at Hochelaga.
French kidnap ongwe’hon:weh to take home.
Cartier wrote about his walk along the escarpment and the food the kanion’ke:haka/Mohawks had grown there. Montreal Island was covered with over 50 kanion’ke:haka villages and hundreds of streams, creeks, lakes and ponds. The lakes were filled with life and beech and other nut trees and orchards created food and an unending fresh water supply. The lake was turned into a landfill. St. Pierre, the rail yards, highways and expressways were built on top.
Turcot Yard. Splattered on top of kanionkehaka/Mohawk land.
Mr. SOS is 62 years old, very fit, does not eat cooked food. The web does not reveal previous jobs. He has a small pension. He later said he was paying $1000 a month in child support. He claims to be a Jew and part ongwe’hon:weh [cultural appropriation]. His townhouse is cluttered from top to bottom with papers and stuff, like a busy work place, with no place to sit or chat. He has no car and uses a neighbor’s bike.
Mr. SOS’s townhouse is in a housing project at the Whisky Trench road that comes from kahnawake and hooks up to Highway 20, which goes downtown to Montreal. Turcot yard was a rail yard, which is no longer viable. Expressways were built in 1966, which are now falling apart and being taken down. The construction workers found an old French village but decided to continue the construction.
Why don’t you stay over tonight?
On September 4, 2015 I called Mr. SOS and asked him about it. He talked about the escarpment and the lake, which is all Mohawk land. I had never personally met him. He invited me to his place in Lasalle to look at maps and discuss the history. Though I live 5 minutes away he asked me to stay overnight. I declined. He insisted and made me feel uncomfortable. He invited me to have supper. He picked herbs outside and made a salad. Later he told me he uses his shit and piss to nourish his garden. Yuck!
Once again he insisted I stay overnight. I left. We arranged to meet the following day, Saturday, September 5, to walk on the land in question. I parked on the street. His ‘son’ was inside waiting to meet me and then left. We started walking down the hill by the park. About two minutes later, SOS said he forgot the map and ran back to his house. 20 minutes later he returned with a knapsack on his back. He took my bottle of water and put it in his bag. I kept my car key and cell phone in my bag.
Project telecommunications system!
SOS talked about setting up 100-people communities to share food, responsibilities and profits. He talked about finances, investments and so on. It would take millions. He had $45,000 but had access to lots of money. he told me his family is wealthy. His mother grew up in the Chateau Frontenac Hotel in Quebec City. His father was a businessman.
It was hot and muggy. We walked along the Lachine Canal to the bridge over to Ville St. Pierre.
I thought he lived in the project for 30 years. But he’s only been there for 5 years. He was evasive about his previous residences other than in BC and Pointe Claire Quebec.
We walked up the main street of St. Pierre to a bridge. SOS said we should go down the right side of the bridge and walk along the road to the old St. Raphael hotel site. There we crossed Highway 20 and got onto the north side of the road to Angrignon Mall. It curved through a huge Turcot Yard construction site with high piles of dirt and rocks. SOS then insisted that we walk through this deserted construction site. He wanted us to cross, climb over the fence and then walk through the rubble. I refused. About 500 ft. further was a busy road going over to the shopping mall, which had traffic lights and a sidewalk. I insisted we go there.
I kept asking for water, which he kept withholding. “Let’s find a place, sit down and then drink some water”, he said. I said ‘no’, I want it now! So he had to give it to me.
We walked over the overpass and down the stairs to get to the Lachine Canal though a construction site and some shrubs. In a shack were 3 people who waved to us. We walked by, went through the shrubs to the Canal. We walked and he did not talk much.
Later I called my friend and told her about the event. She said his house in Lasalle might be a communications center; that Lasalle is part of the Seigneury of Sault St. Louis land claim by the Mohawks of kahnawake. Another friends said, “He might be a cop!” His sister said, “He might be a CSIS hit man!” Or an infiltrator? He bicycles over to Kahnawake, makes friends, gets involved with people there in language, arts, and other programs. He has become familiar with the community.
Throughout the 20 kilometer walk I questioned him about his monetary interests, misunderstanding and misinformation about us. He had a nervous laugh. Almost like he was playing nice. Was he working on my untimely disappearance? Another missing ongwe’hon:weh woman!
Mr. Nice Guy spy.
He wants to live by the kaia’nere’kowa. He thinks if somebody commits a murder, they should be forced to live by the Great Peace and to forgive them. I answered, “When we were being murdered, not one of you stood up for us and you still don’t. For murder, the criminal is executed, along with his entire family. This goes for the genocide that continues today by all those who are benefitting, including you, Mr. SOS”.
The next day I got itchy like mosquitoes were biting me all over my body. Did I dodge a bullet? Is Mr. Nice Guy somewhere in our neighborhood? Anyone with a voice and knows how to use it gets targeted. Anyone could turn into an agent anytime.
As Elvis sings, “As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morning, a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto”.
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.”
