Emma Grence

There is an AlAskAn Native that lives in a hobo camp in the woods behind my apartment. Somehow he has access to some news because he's all up on the current Immigaration Debate. (Yes, I capitalized it.)

He says to me, "A, uoo. Kum ear jus ah minit, Coushin. Uoo r eel eagle Emma Grence to my cuntree."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, there's a commerical on TV up here for a service that will come to your home if you're old and infirm and they will take care of you. They wash your ass, stuff like that. They show only white nurses helping native people. This is not a native service, but it has become anti-anti racist-for-show up here. Anyway, the theme song words for this company are simple, "AlAskAns, helping AlAskAns." It's sung in a really up beat tone. When I go out walking or riding my bike or driving my car (when ever/where ever I am out in public) I see drunk hobos strutting their stuff in traffic, sleeping on benches, diving in dumpsers, or pissing on somone's car, or shitting on their lawn, or stealing some kid's bike. They are always native. Then I think about the theme song, "AlAskAns, helping AlAskAns." You'd have to hear it for yourself, and I can't help but wonder if it was done on purpose, but I swear it actually sounds like they're singing, "AlAskAns, living in trash cans." It might be more suitable, so I sing it loud, and in an upbeat tone. It makes me feel abit better.

PPS, my space bar is makingmecrazy.