…going native on Health Care

Posted by Buck68 on March 21st, 2010 filed in Uncategorized

by Buck68™, March 21th 2010
©2010 by Buck68™, all rites re-served. Each use whatsoever requires prior written permission from the author [email: abuck68@yahoo.com]

Frankly, I am struggling. The more I try, the more I simply don’t know who I am, where I came from, how to think, or what to do. I used to be an adult father with a career…now I am a frightened, outraged, fearful coward…co-dependent on a whole bunch of Appropriate People Telling Me everything so I won’t do anything wrong.

Reason doesn’t work. Science doesn’t work. Problem-solving doesn’t work. Only faith in the One Who brings Hope and Change, works. And here’s my unspecial problem: as a Nobody, I can’t tell which Teller is the One, cuz they all just keep Telling me “I’m the One.”

Last night, in desperate confusion by a small fire in the dark, I stared into the flames until I had a dream, then a vision…of a vision I had long ago as a boy, staring into a fire all night long. That boy felt like he was feeling native…like the original Americans. And The Great Spirit helped me by this vision. And so, I might be a Native American, and so I look to those roots in this Native Land [This Land is Their Land] for the first answers. Here is what was in MyVision from The Great Spirit.

Once upon a time, the land was natural and there was no pollution or disease because only the right people who were there first lived in peace and harmony with their environment.

When the white strangers first came from the South, they weren’t really as white as the whites who came later from across the Sea. But the white South strangers soon showed their Primary Colors when they diseased the Natives by the thousands upon thousands, stole their fortunes, destroyed their true religions, and imposed the evil false religion to oppress the people. And started scalping too. All the Native Cultures had wanted to do was live in peace and harmony and celebrate their culture and their religion.

Then the whiter strangers came from across the Sea to the North. These were the real white people because the sourthern white people were acutally swarthy and raped enough natives so they became Not-White and Not-Wrong by Becoming new labels of people. [In the 2010 Census, these people Are Not a Race, but get a "Hispanic" box to mark.]

The Natives watched as the whites starved and fought among themselves in the places they had named: Jamestown, and Plymouth Rock or thereabouts. They tried to help them, shared corn, showed them how to raise crops. Of course, whites were all the same being evil…and so diseased all the Indians [this misnaming "Indians" just showed the Whites didn't even know what continent they were on, let alone how to do stuff].

Who they didn’t disease and kill, the whites polluted as they multiplied like rats and flies, and more and more kept coming. Even the Great Native Nations like the Iroquois couldn’t defeat them. And the Whites were so tricky they kept getting the Native tribes to take sides in the White Fights so no matter which White won, all Indians lost.

Now all these evil whites were slaveowners of all the oppressed blacks, and there were no good whites and no bad blacks. It was a black and white, open and shut case, so everyone knew who was to blame and who was oppressed. So there was no confusion who was oppressing who, like when 50% of the cavalry in the West killing all the Indians was black, but the leaders were all white and that’s why all blacks had nothing to do with bad happenings because evil whites made them do it. This is how guns became evil because the guns did it.

The Plains Indians were the Noblest Savages with the most glorious culture because white artists forgetting their Whitness painted them and wrote about them and temporarily lost their minds by taking their side…and movies happened like Dancing With Wolves that were better than old evil movies about The Only Good Indian is a Dead Indian.

Here’s where the visions got exactly special:
1. The Great Spirit owns the land and all things in it including all people.
2. The Great Spirit foretold of the coming of people who would Be Like Locusts, “Own” the land, destroy The People [the name of our tribe]… and end Our Way of Life…and Establish Their Way upon everyone.
3. The People had a choice…to fight and die for their lives and freedom, or to goto the White Man and try to ‘work with Him’. Either way, the Great Spirit told The People they were doomed and they would take turns being The Last of the Mohicans.
4. The People could not agree among themselves whether to Trust the Great White Father in Washington, who sent an Evil White person to represent Him in making Promises that “were broken” every time as long as the grasses grew and rivers flowed.
5. The Great White Father in Washington was always very good at speeches, and promises, and Treaties. The Great White Father never broke any Promises and always brought Hope and Change and The Cavalry to The People…and always let The People know Who Was to Blame for their oppression.
6. The Great White Father promised The People could Keep their land. Somebody Misspoke though and He meant keep their Sacred Hunting Ground. Somebody apologized and said He meant Keep Your Reservation. The Great White Father Never Lied…but the previous Great White Father Lied and The People Died.
7. There were inappropriate Massacres and Isolated Incidents Provoked by the Evil White Locusts who tore up the land, killed all the buffalo [Meat was right and good for The People in those days]. There were horrors that No The People could ever get enough reparations for…Long Marches [not Mao's...worse ones] of Tears.
8. At the end the West Was One under Evil, and The People remnants were Put into Universal Health Care for their food, their clothing, their housing, their health care, and their Education…in Their Places [aka "Reservations"], kept there by Special Police For Their Protection. Their Universal Health Care was exactly as Promised, and Very Affordable. The People Always Had the Appropriate amounts of food, clothing, shelter, medical care, and education…Provided by the Just Sayiin’ Promises of the Great White Father in Washington, delivered right to the doors of The People by the Great White Father’s Organizers. Except for a few exceptions to Everything Promised which are so rightly Omitted. The Most Important Promise Ever, However, Was Always Kept: there was always enough drugs for an honest Injun to feel good.
9. And All Was Quiet on the Western Front until the Evil White People needed special Codes to win WWII.
10. But then The People at long last started Fighting Back in Adversarial Court. They began to win their Rights, and suits against the Government for money, money, reparations, land, rights to be not Americans but Native Americans, and Have their Own Nations in America.

In the Past 50 years, The People have completely been reinvented and transformed from Oppressed Wrong Color Cultures to Indpendent Special People with Special Rights in their Special Places.

And so then Great Spirit’s Vision of What Happened came to His vision of what’s in store for me. I will be as The People who were here first of old. Whether I fight or not, I will be Promised by The Great White Father in Washington. My freedoms, my land, my possessions will be taken whether i fight or not, and i will be put on a reservation [called Health Care ...of Whatever].

Every Promise The Great White Father in Washington has made will be there for me…exactly whatever He means whenever, fo evah. His Organizers will take care of my food, my clothing, my shelter, my health, my education, and all my appropriates.

I awoke to the vivid memory of that wonderful commerical of old, where it shows all the pollutions of the land and streams and The Noble Indian Appears at the end…with a tear. In my time I fought for my Country…but i had a very breakable Code and that war was lost and was wrong. Sow My Trail of Tears…will reap well past my lifetime, and beyond. Or, as another wrote famously about His African Country, being given freedom by some promise: “Cry, the Beloved Country”.