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MNN. The rich white farmer who who derived his wealth from theft of our land, shot the native boy in the head in an act of cold blooded murder. He was illegally found not guilty of murder in the racist Saskatchewan court! History repeats itself. That’s how the white man got all our possessions. Killing us is being justified. Hundreds of our youth are being murdered, disappeared and abused every year. Prime Minister Trudeau said he “can’t imagine the grief the Boushie family is feeling” over the murder of another one of our children!! It wasn’t his son. http://thestarphoenix.com/opinion/columnists/cuthand-we-can-only-ask-for-justice
We native people of turtle island do not belong in the foreign corporate justice system which is meant to serve our enemies.
Our native system worked amongst ourselves because we all agreed to follow it. If one side keeps committing the wrongs, then the black wampum comes out. Nature has given us the will to defend ourselves.
Doing nothing is wrong. We can’t neglect our responsibility by letting somebody destroy us. We have to fix it!
The system is to maintain the corporation of Canada. Watch out for who is at these protests. Police, army, hired thugs, mercenaries, infiltrators and professional agitators are sent in. They take pictures and license plates numbers to keep track of us. The hired hands get some rough actions going that leads to violence. They are there to justify violence against us.
As a kanion-ke-haka elder said, “The band councils keep their heads in the govermnent’s ass. They see nothing and can only smell their farts”.
We are being murdered by the white people and their trained brainwashed puppets, the government committee known as the “band/tribal council”.
We are onkwe-hon-weh, the true natural people of great turtle island. We will exert ourselves as onkwe-hon-weh. We refuse to be their commodities to be abused.
Here come the warriors. The Good Old Boys sing about being on the highway to hell: “Living easy, living free. Season ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be. Taking everything in my stride. Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme. Ain’t nothing I would rather do. Going down, party time. My friends are gonna be there too. I’m on the highway to hell. No stop signs, speed limit. Nobody’s gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it. Nobody’s gonna mess me around. Hey Satan, paid my dues. Playing in a rocking band. Hey mama, look at me. I’m on my way to the promised land, whoo!
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