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Concepts for a Native American Revival

03 Monday Apr 2017

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Developing a Native American
Political Party “Platform”

—by Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins 4/3/2017

Native American Health10

Written the truth fails.

Truth is under words, in trees, under God.

Only by asking God to bless paper and words,
may these words help other souls.

***

God,

Present yourself and bless these words,
this computer, ink and paper—

may they transmit your truth and will.

We are a hopeless clan of mortal souls,
unable until blessed to achieve
greatness and good.

I ask for a blessing, so that these words may
matter, have meaning and help others.

Amen.

***

The truth is now in the words, the paper or screen in front of you with power to help and inspire.

The Native Political Party

Before the white man came, there was a direct relationship between the land and its people, a Great Spirit connecting all with life.

There was no separation.

It was not religion.  Not organized or words on paper.  Great truth and tradition was passed down through the generations, the ancestors lived forever in the spirit, and an eternal cycle between the ground, the sky and people prevailed.

Various white men and women came from across the sea.

Some were very religious, had a great book, and had come to worship freely from it—out of the sharp criticism and oppressive persecution emanating from kings and queens, ruling hard over their original land.

We welcomed these religious people, helped them adapt to living in the land that became “America,” shared in feasts with them.

It was a honeymoon, a merging of culture, and it was good, blessed both by the Great Spirit and the God of the pilgrims’ great book.

***

Another type of white man came, men in armor, carrying weapons of war, building forts.  Warriors.  Adventurers.

These men were closed and scared, but even they opened to our trade, and were grateful for our help when suffering from our harsh winters.

We fought against their fears and against them.  Weapons were brandished.  People lost their lives in the fear of competition.

It was this group, and their kind who came after them, who mounted war against the original American people—until those people were killed, displaced and moved off the land God had given them.

The great chiefs struggled with the white advance, wondered why a people would leave the land of their fathers, come across an ocean to steal another people’s land.

Often, the white men in armor claimed to believe in the great pilgrim book, but we constantly noticed a difference between their words, stated beliefs, and actions.

An evil wind can affect any person, people, clan or tribe.  Dishonesty, fear, disillusion, and confusion can infect anyone.

We pray for the armored white conqueror and their descendants, that they find peace within themselves.  That they remember their fathers and mothers, originally buried not on our land—but across the sea, in Europe.

The white man and his descendants are welcome here, especially the pilgrims who follow the great book, and who seek fulfillment in living a good life, free to worship in their own way, free to be the people God wants them to be.

The violent conqueror, on the other hand, is an enemy—not to us, but to God.

We only have prayer for those violent people, who suffer from a severe disease called “more,” and who are rarely satisfied.

If there is anything else besides prayer, the action to stand up to the evil in the “conquering” instinct would be written in the pages of Mahatma Gandhi’s book, the one read and utilized by the great justice chief, Martin Luther King Jr.

There is a path back to our inheritance.  But that path is back through the Devil’s own lair.  Greed, gluttony, sloth and pride adorn the gate back to our homes.

Guarding that door are the canons of Andrew Jackson.  The fear of General Custer.  The doctrine of Monroe, the vanity of Jefferson, and greed of the 49er.

They are still there.  They guard the apparent “right to be wrong.”  The “right” to leave the land of one’s father, to steal another’s land.

***

And for that gate and those guarding it we pray our highest prayers, wish our best thoughts, so that Hope may come to them.

And when hope and thoughts of home come to them, the Great Spirit of this country will fill their hearts.

They will remember their own Celtic cross, the peace of a far off tribe at one with the land of their ancestors.

The World Spirit will remember itself, happy to be remembered.

The Past wakes and becomes a wonderful part of our new and improving Present.

The gate will open, and the people will be once again a part of life’s eternal cycle.

***

Opening the Gate:

We must work within the white man law, to appeal to its courts for recognition, marks for our peoples’ graves, plaques and historical mapping.

We were and are here.

And we will be heard.  We will fight for our lives, which in concrete and metal is incomplete.  If we must “buy” our own land back, we will save money and buy it.

As for a Party Platform:

1. Paying Our Debts

The first priority of a responsible government is to be clear of all debts.

a. Financial

If we owe 20 trillion dollars, then set up an immediate plan to pay 20 trillion dollars back to our creditors.

b. Moral

If a contract or treaty was made by the U.S. Government, it needs to be upheld.

Any breaking of a treaty or contract by the U.S. Government must be looked at, studied, and if appropriate—amended.

Truth is paramount.  If war or Monroe Doctrine, “Manifest Destiny,” or an insatiable desire for gold and land was at play:

Let us admit the truth.  Yes, we broke a contract for gold, for land.

“We did not trust the native people.  We were afraid to live next to native people.”

We muscled native people out, so that we could set up our modern society, with walls, concrete, metal, sirens and air machines.

Prayer plays into this.  Prayers from the conquered.

***

Can we think of native people more?  How would that benefit white man’s civilization?

I hereby challenge the native people to take our wisdom, our love for the land, and become missionaries into the white man’s world—as they did to us with their great book.

We must take our views to them, before they destroy our environment.

***

Black people were brought here against their will in chains, were beaten, and forced to work as slaves for hundreds of years before finally given a level of freedom in Lincoln’s Civil War.

In paying our financial and moral debts, African-descended people must be considered, a stipend or grant for travel back to lands their descendants left unwillingly.

A stipend of $20,000 for travel for each black person would cover some of the punitive damages, while prayer and recognition for lives lost should continue to be invoked with holidays, days or months of reflection.

***

2. Build Infrastructure

The old days of native isolation and innocence did not require roads.  But native people understand the need to support the mix of society in the United States.

If we are to have roads and bridges, they should be beautiful and functional.

After debt is paid, attention should be paid to building.

***However.  When there is a doubt, to leave nature naked is to give the Great Spirit a direct gift.  The freedom of beasts, people, and vegetation to grow and cycle as God intended is the ultimate blessing.

Not just to God, but to ourselves.

As much as possible, leave God and nature alone.

Take what we need, but no more.

Give thanks to God, and leave resources behind for the next generations.

3. National Security

My father expressed concern recently about a poorly supported military becoming a paper tiger, a soft target, and a poor deterrent to attack from within or abroad.

Lethal weapons are an abomination.

Lethal force is abhorred by God.

Martial artists know the value of 100 percent commitment to physical fitness, sharp eyesight and care—attention to every detail of a ready force for self-defense.

The martial artist knows the pressure points.  Knows how to kill.  Knows the darkest parts of life.

But in knowing the dark, stays in the light.  Weapons and lethal force are never used or paraded around.  The Tao Te Ching:

Weapons are the tools of violence;
all decent men detest them.

Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn’t wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?

He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.

***

The Chinese is our brother.  Our sister.  The earth our mother.

Great Spirit wants us to be at peace, to live in harmony with nature, to use restraint.

“Thou shalt not kill” from YHWH’s law is stepped on too carelessly by the United States Bill of Rights’ 2nd Amendment.

Self-defense is fine.  But killing is wrong.

An attacker’s heart does not have to STOP BEATING for them to no longer be a threat.

Lethal weapons are for the fearful and weak.  God bless them to be strong and learn to “turn the other cheek,” as the great Nazarene rabbi once said.

The Indian Law of Karma applies as well.  Killing breeds killing, violence violence.

Forgiveness?  Forgiveness yields love, peace and more forgiveness.

And without honesty and honor, the Great Spirit departs our communities, and we are alone with the Devil.

CIA, secrets, covert operations are an abomination, and should end.

United Nations is good.  Native American nations should be admitted as full members.  Only peace-loving nations should be members, and therefore the United Nations should immediately leave the United States.

The United States is not a peace-loving nation.

Its CIA, its covert operations, its murder of JFK, RFK, MLK and John Lennon and locked up “classified” documents is the great evil keeping the United States from following the UN charter of 1945.

Truth must be told.

All killing must cease.

No man or woman is greater or less than another man or woman, under God.

Murder and killing is the ultimate judgment of another human being.

It must stop.

Know the dark, keep the light, may we be ready for attack, but if attacked restrain our actions to restore peace as soon as is possible.

If anyone is hurt in combat, we are to mourn all those lost, the attacker too.

We shall pray most for the attacker, for those sad souls who crashed the planes into the World Trade Towers in 2001—not just their victims.

Imagine the sad, confused life that ended in such a horrible suicide.

May we develop a foreign aid posture, that helps as many people as possible feel good about Life, so that suicide or murder becomes abhorrent to them, not a viable “way out” or option.

We believe that murder and crime has nothing to do with real religion, and that religions should not be grouped together or blamed when crimes happen.

“Terrorism” is a word that divides evil.

Dividing is the way of the devil.

Crime is crime.  Evil is evil.

We are wise to simplify names for this, to deal with each case differently, and to NOT use words that tend to cause prejudice.

***

Health and religion should stay separate from government affairs, as every single human being have different paths and definitions for those terms.

Government should help with roads, infrastructure, pay off debts, and gather for clever, strong, well-prepared non-lethal national defense.

To know the worst, do the best, is the way of the peaceful warrior.

That tiger is not made of paper, but of God’s truth, power, wisdom and might.

***

Great Spirit,

Thank you for the words.  We know
they are blessed because we asked you
to bless them.

Amen.

—Submitted in Hope,

Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins
Former Welsh Conqueror
On Behalf of Native American People
Native American Party
April 3, 2017

Top Ten Things Nerds Can Do Instead of Needless Program Updating:

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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10. Urinate.  Everyone’s gotta do it.

9. Fornicate.  Not everyday, and stop short of hurting others or breaking up families.  Just get into a little trouble, have a life experience.

8. Masturbate.  Not a good habit overall, but fine en lieu of constant banging of keys on a computer looking for perfection that will never cum.

7. Fornicate and Masturbate at the Same time.  It’s done every day; I mean, some guys I know can’t finish without touching themselves a bit.

6. Try a Sport.  You’re a nerd, so bad at most things, but I hear Cal Tech has a great Ultimate Frisbee Team—why not you?

5. Wash/Bathe.  Zits are the result of over-calculating on your computer, in grimy, stuffy office or home conditions.  One should wash after masturbation, too.

4. Sing a Song.  Earth, Wind & Fire did this, had no zits, got laid often and had fun.  You can too, if you only get off your computers a few minutes a day.

3. Fly to the Moon.  And take your most stubborn updaters with you.

2. Wipe your private areas.  Sometimes I suspect constant updating of programs comes from lack of confidence in the bathroom.

1. HAVE FUN!!  Nerds: We love you, but ease up on the computing, at least every seventh day like the Hebrew God.  May your updates be so good, they last two years.  Give us hack users a break, and let us work on programs we mortals are happy with before you change them every seven hours.  Thanks!!!!!!!

Really Happy

Dear Helicopter Pilots:

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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God bless you.

Your noise is alarming. Could I entice you to change careers? Live better? Walk more?

Despite the odd craft dropping water on forest fires, I wish upon you all the enlightenment needed to ground yourselves in a better, quieter life.

Earth is the right place for love: I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
—Robert Frost

Definitely not up there!!!

Your selling nature and peace out over time is a sad “American” story. The campfires that used to unify a humble people in story and hope burns your fuel recklessly, as you speed past God to self-will running rampant and loud not up but downward toward the Hell of our Industrial making.

Get out of your helicopters. Turn away from noise and evil. Suffer the short term pain of a job lost, money not earned, and head toward the righteous path—the long-term gains of doing God’s will.

Be quiet.

God and love await our return to nature. We cannot see or hear God nor God’s message with your horrible noise pollution buzzing in our ears.

God bless us to better!!!!

—Love, Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins
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Dear “CIA:”

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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In quotes, because a person, or series of human beings are reading this letter, not an organization.

Organizations don’t read, countries don’t hack computers. People do.

I use a similar argument when dealing with “gang” crime in Los Angeles. The gang didn’t commit the crime, young man. You did.

Our organizations have “codes” but overriding them all in this country are national, state and local laws.

No one is above them.

***

Covert, secret ops not known to the people of the United States is, over time: illegal in a “democracy.”

Democracy appears in quotes because that government system is misnamed. “People-rule” is impossible. We can never rule this planet, our land or the universe alone. We are not that powerful. No person is in charge during an earthquake or tsunami; we have to take the losses—

Why “God” and Higher Power are still great entities, concepts, and targets for prayer and supplication. (acts of the humble)

Humility itself is a Good thing. I learned of the word deeply in the process of rooting alcohol-as-drink out of my life, starting in 1995, my last drink of the toxic liquid in 2002.

To us AA’s and in some dictionaries, you will find “humility” defined as knowing your place in the world. A realistic view, that finds you in true perspective: That there is a great Power in the universe. That You are NOT IT.

You can win a battle or two over the Power, feel control by judging or killing others. By playing war games, and treating human beings as cattle, their murders as means to some diabolical end.

And in stepping into rifle position, a war control room, buttons at disposal to decide someone or a group’s “life or death,” their physical fate: there is for some a rush that comes from control/manipulation, a feeling of “superiority” through defeating another in competitive battle.

***

The problem is: if winning or losing is the aim, LOSS is always chosen when murder, death and war is chosen.

From the Tao Te Ching:

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Weapons are the tools of violence;
all decent men detest them.

Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn’t wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?

He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.

That wisdom from 600 B.C. is lost on an angry militant in love with guns, murder, war and death from a young age.

To that group, Jesus of Nazareth would only warn that “to live by the gun” results in “dying by the gun.”

And God bless them!! A tough road to see so darkly into themselves and their worth—that murder and killing of other people “makes sense.”

My poem on CIA, Crime, and Murder:

Belly of the Beast

We should have nothing to do
with conquest.
–Thomas Jefferson

America’s number one crime family
is CIA, the conquest instinct
alive and kicking as the Devil
rocks excited, kicking up dust manifest
towards suffocating destiny.

I love you, don’t get me wrong:

the sinner in me not far from
my steps, I was a drunk high on
alcoholic beverages, C2H5OH
ethyl not Lucy—flammable and
volatile, a first fuel for
rockets…

Down the hatch, no way to catch—
you had to ask God, Something big
and powerful in prayer.

(But it was so much easier to join
a gang. For me it was almost the
Pasadena Bloods, wearing red putting
hands up against the night. Red
clothes, red SUV—tinted and pretty.
Instant Family!!!)

That’s how the CIA does it as well,
Mafioso-like recruitment in your
lonely hour needing friends.

A “purpose…”

Even if that purpose is evil, it justifies
itself in group therapy and togetherness,
we’re all together in this mess!!!

Raise your glass to lack of tenderness;
it’s “National Security” that will veil
our silliness.

Grown men and women tip-toeing
around spreading lies, propaganda and
reasons foreign leaders must die, so
we can get paid “killing” them, even if
ideas and spirit never die.

The mob and gang mentality is similar
in our highest criminal courts, who
accept at times the misnamed
“cui bono” (who benefits) AS IF FROM
A MURDER OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING
ANYONE, ANYTIME…

BENEFITS.

No one wins with murder. Murder is just
murder. A lost spirit. A lost potential.

A lost set of ideas and actions, that perhaps
you do not like now; they oppose you
or your plans to own, or financially gain
or win some short term prize.

But TO MURDER. To Murder a foreign
“leader,” a man or woman from man and
woman like you, a fellow trudger on this
earth, a brother or sister who played in
a sandbox like you did.

Maybe they lacked that opportunity.

We can love, seek to understand over
always being understood; we can open
up and learn another point of view.

Bend or break! The killer, conquering
instinct from Satan not God, no matter
what you call it, from a “business move”
to “national security.”

Evil is evil, killing killing, and killing is never
national or self-defense.

***

That may be my last American poem.

I plan to move east soon into Crow land, get a job while my writing tries to succeed.

Then to England, if they’ll have me.  Where my forefathers were born, those three Welsh Watkins brothers hauling over on the “Jamestown” expedition in 1606/7.

I put a lot of quotes on things, I know.  The last set for “Jamestown,” for when you think about it: what a vain and sick thing to do, to come into another people’s land and start naming it after your home king.

More about Native America and other poems of mine at http://www.travelingpoet.net.

I’ll sign off with a pledge of service to CIA as a humble writer who could help you find humility on Twitter and in your Mission Statement.

Humility should be a goal, as America waits for the 3000+ JFK docs in October.

You are on Earth already.  Might as well admit it, come down to it, and become an upstanding information service, drop the cloaks/daggers, shake hands with the world at UN and be a part of that 1945 charter for World Peace.  (At Last)

Good luck transitioning to Peace.  As a sober drunk, I have become a master of sober peaceful days starting with a God-directed daily schedule.  I write “Sleep” at the end of every schedule.

That is humility.

Love and Peace…

—Bill Watkins
Nephew of Admiral James D. Watkins

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Top 10 Things to Do Instead of Illegal Computer Hacking and Covert Crime:

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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-by Bill Watkins 3/30/2017

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10. Do Nothing. It’s better than doing something bad.

9. Make a Schedule for Today.  Pray to “God” or some kind of Higher Power that is Peaceful and that you associate with goodness and love.  Put that Power in Charge.

8. Take a Walk.  In Nature.  Outside.  Get away from computers and cars, cellphones and tablets—all technology.

7. Review old Wisdom and Laws like the Ten Commandments. Thou shalt not Kill. Thou shalt not Lie. Thou shalt not Covet. (encompassed in saying, “Thou shalt not Covert”)

6. Review the Tao Te Ching, which will help you value inaction, inactivity and #1 on this list.

5. Root Alcohol “as drink” out of your life, any mind-altering drugs. A thorough review and understanding of the Ten Commandments will demonstrate that to go to drugs or alcohol over God is a sin, and will hurt you and others long-term.

4. Endure some short-term “pain.” The pain will pass. If that pain is poverty because you said no to a covert, illegal job = Good. You are on a positive path, and good things are on the way. #Karma

3. Pray again.

2. Commit to a clean, good, sober life—perhaps not of riches, travel and glory but of gratitude, love and thinking of others.

1. Stay away from evils like hacking computers, spying on people, telling lies or committing violence as you would keep your hands from a hot stove. Choose God over Devil, feel short term pain to experience long term joy and gains!!!

—Love, Bill

Worst Inventions of All-Time

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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10. The United States of America –

It was built on Native American blood.

9. Helicopters –

Could a noisier, more polluting of air and sound—machine ever been invented?

8. Airplanes –

See #9.  Flying is a good way to forget you are a human being.

7. Computers –

I’ll know why ages and ages hence.

6. Roller Coasters –

Isn’t life thrilling enough?

5. Top Ten Lists –

4. Gourmet Dog Food –

Obsessing about your dog is another good way to forget you are a human being.

3. Hair Professionals –

I don’t get it.  Take some scissors, feel for hair you don’t want.  Cut.

2. Helicopters –

Well, they’re the reason I started this list.

1. Nuclear Bombs.

Nuclear energy. Splitting Atoms = Bad. Sometimes it’s best to just let nature go.

Honorable Mention: Covert CIA – At least call yourselves what you are: Blank Check Spooky Criminals who killed JFK and lots of other people, covered it all up. (=bad.) :))) –BW’17

Two Hours Gay

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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-by Bill Watkins 3/30/2017

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Once, I was “gay” for two hours.

In around 1999, I was checked into a psych ward, not for sexuality but for mass confusion, depression and suicidal tendencies.

Finally one day closer to 2002, it became clear that the only thing wrong with me was alcoholism.  That I needed to stop all and any use of mind-altering chemicals like alcohol, drugs, and self-pity.

But at the time, I was in the psych ward, on the first floor, talking to a social worker.  She was a nice, portly lady, and we had a good talk by the side of my bed.

We had our own rooms at that place, so you know it was expensive.

Didn’t make it fun.  A strange up and down time.  My mom visited me with a book of poetry I have since lost.  Couldn’t be better than the one Grandma had at her house before she died.  Had I been more alert at the time of her death, I would have asked somebody for Grandma’s poetry books.

Someone brought my guitar, too.  Could have been that time or another, come to think—I lived in psych wards off and on for a couple years.

***

The social worker and I were talking, and I got into my story.

Realizing that I was a poet, loved musical theater, and was a twenty-nine year old virgin with a long list of romantic failures with the opposite sex, we both decided that:

“I might be gay.”

Now, mind you, we were in use of the modern “gay” meaning homosexual.

It’s weird that word was hijacked back in the ‘70’s.  One that used to mean “happy.”

It beat the shortened four-letter deal they were calling homosexual people, and it stuck I suppose.

I used to take the word “gay” on the comedy stage with me, declaring myself a very gay man, citing all the ways I was happy and that I wanted the word back for heterosexual use!!

“Give us our word back, man!!!”

***

So, there I was.

A James Taylor-like Takamine acoustic guitar behind us with great action—my first guitar—on the bed, deciding my sexual truth and/or fate.

I decided to try “gay” on a bit.

I walked away from the meeting with the social worker, declaring my gayness to a few people around the fancy psych facility.

It seemed easy, at least easier than performing as a heterosexual man.

There is more act, more effort involved, I think—in being heterosexual.  It’s not like you can declare your heterosexuality and get a lot of attention.

You were not joining a small club, but an expected state of humanity.

***

After a two-hour walk around with my new sexual status, I felt okay, but came back to my room before dinner at the nice cafeteria with awesome salad bar.

I was learning Tagalog from the Filipino cook, the dinner a show of sorts and I entertained a bit, under usual circumstances.

But gay Bill seemed calmer, more withdrawn, even shy.  To myself more, to be sure.

I did what all proper alcoholics in recovery do, even though I was not fully sober yet:

I prayed about it.

God,

Do you want me Gay,
or Heterosexual?

Gay was easy, could be a fun couple years, but I foresaw a disease and short life.

Heterosexuality was difficult, took hard work, and smacked me in the mouth with my historic failures, leaving me an old virgin.

But more God was in that road, and I saw a longer life…

So, I re-chose heterosexuality, and did not turn back, except for the odd thought—which I welcome as a challenge.

The thoughts I would really like to get rid of are my goofy memories from playing high-level volleyball in the past.

I used to think, if I could do it all over again, without drinking alcohol on Dad’s lap at five, drinking it with friends by twelve, blacking out by fourteen and messing up my life—that substance killing loved ones:

I would have been a triple threat entertainer like Fred Astaire.

And my sport would have been hiking and nature, camping and fishing.

***

Now, after my Native American studies, and studies of my family background, I consider:

What if I had been born in cosmically native Wales, United Kingdom, where the Watkins family came from and thrived before invading America in 1607?

I would have been nature.  I would have been One with my land, as the Native Americans are with this one between the Atlantic and Pacific, even though we have temporarily displaced many of them by violent force.  I would have gloried in God and nature, walked as one with it all, and I would have written great songs and poems about my love.

A Prayer for Nations

30 Thursday Mar 2017

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God,

Grant our nations peace.

Grant us the wisdom to listen to the
old wise truths of the ages.

The Ten Commandments, the
Tao Te Ching, pre-religion wisdom from
first peoples like Native Americans.

People who could watch, see
and be a part of nature—learn
from it, be one with the streams,
rivers, waterfalls and prairies.

Help us LORD, to stay on the wise
path of the child.

Keep us in truth.  Keep us in
youthful excitement for learning
and wonder.

Help us to learn from the master
Rabi, who advised we “turn the other
cheek” to aggression.

The Hindu master, who resisted oppression
with peaceful protest, the African
American who copied that approach
to resist hate and injustice.

Help us, God, to be our true selves:

Loving, hopeful, peaceful and most
of all, Grateful for this gift called Life.

Amen.

Dear Native America:

28 Tuesday Mar 2017

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I am sorry for my people.

We heeded the Devil, and made “conquering” a part of our goals, which is a bad instinct.

We are punished daily, for our crimes of stealing land that does not belong to us.

Kanekuk, the Kikapoo prophet said wisely that neither does the land belong to native peoples.

It belongs to the Great Spirit, to God Him or Herself.

***

However, that land was given by God to the Native peoples.

And it was not right for my people from Europe, to take it by force.

***

I am leaving.

Bound back for Europe to my homeland in England.

My people left the land of my forefathers over 400 years ago, came here, and usurped land not belonging to us.

And now the land suffers beyond most people’s understanding, in the form of horrible noise pollution, trash, crime, metals and cement blocking our walk with God in nature.

***

Please pray for me, and thank you for having me in your land for so long.

Rise up, using legal language and means, and reclaim your birthright, so that I might visit again years from now to see a thriving land, us the people serving and in harmony with it.

***

I hope my removal serves God, you and this land which will surely know that a strong Welshman from across the ocean came here 400+ years ago, stayed too long, but finally realized his mistake and is making amends.

God forgive us our sins, and God reward Native American peoples for teaching us so much, the lesson I will take home the most important:

We are a part of God’s land, the one given to us.

Highest Peace, Thanks, and Apologies with Highest Hope for your Revival of the Land upon My Departure!

—Love and Great Spirit, my Heart to this Land and to you, its Caretakers!

Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins

Trump Ready to Kiss His Job Goodbye

25 Saturday Mar 2017

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-by Bill Watkins 3/25/2017

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According to top sources in and out of the White House, Donald Trump is here to stay.

Further research, though, into Hunch and Conviction has yielded different findings:

That, perhaps, Donald Trump has had enough and is eagerly looking for an exit strategy.

Hunch informed a Little Bird, who made his way past loud helicopters, sirens and all the horrible noise of cities to whisper earnestly of Trump’s first “resignation” discussion with family this weekend.

The news comes in the wake of great disappointment and loss, FBI investigations and Flying Nunes Acts.  “Pulling a Nunes” has, in fact, become a term on The Hill for “confusing the living whodad out of everybody.”

Things really got bad when Conviction reported desperate handshakes between the wounded president and his reclusive recused Attorney General, Jeff Sessions.

Late Friday night, according to White House aides Mo and Schmo, Sessions and Trump relived the salad days of their Russian-aided campaign, playing old VHS-quality videos of rallies, trying to stir themselves and staff with a “Lock Her Up” chant.

Looking around, they remembered their fired friend Michael Flynn, and it made them too sad.

Trump reached for the popcorn, smiled at his bucket of KFC, stating somberly:

“We had a good run, didn’t we?”

Sessions started to well up, cleared his throat for a speech, but went in again for one of those monster handshakes.

Too bad America can’t appreciate Jeff Sessions’ Mr. Dick-like qualities, leave him alone on questions of racism and dishonesty in public hearings.

“You really are a great guy!” Trump asserted, prepping for another big manly handshake before Ivanka came in to remind the boys that it was “time for bed.”

As the new White House babysitter left, Trump snickered at Jeff.

“She really is quite attractive isn’t she?”

Sessions cleared his throat again, sure to come up with something great this time.

Instead went in for another shake, Trump grabbing him warmly.

Mid-embrace, Donald managed:

“Gosh, Jeff.  This is nice.”

They crammed down some last minute Pizza Hut morsels, ejected the campaign tape, considered throwing in their Brokeback Mountain DVD, but aborted to Ivanka’s reprimand from outside the oval office door.

“Come on, boys!!”

And that was it.  But not before Trump got deep with his campaign crony, one more time:

“I think we got about two weeks before the wheels come off, Jeff.  And I want you to know: It was worth it.”

Jeff cleared that throat, sure the right words would emerge this time.

The last thing Ivanka heard on her way down the hall was the clap of hands between her loving father and his buddy, Jeff.

That Devin Nunes greeted her from a service elevator at that moment completed a wonderful picture of fear, collusion, brotherhood and lies.

Nunes said the words Ivanka craved:

“Should I put another log on the fire?”

And only the White House knew what he meant.  And that was the plan.

For two more weeks.

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