Merrell G comments, “I would work with Ayers. And why would you call me a hypocrite?” You are an American. You are expected to support and defend our American values. Working with, associating with a known traitor and a known terrorist is hypocritical because you are not standing up for our American values while claiming to be a good American. Merrile G continues, “WE WERE TERRORISTS in VIETNAM!” We? Our boys and girls who fought in Vietnam are terrorists? My husband came home with two bullet wounds. He stayed in country the first time he was shot to lend support to his buddies. Second time, no choice, he was sent home near death. If not for a Choctaw medicine man, I believe my husband would have died. My husband is a terrorist? My presumption is you are one of those who threw dog crap at our troops returning home from Vietnam. Perhaps you should visit the Vietnam memorial and smear dog crap all over this monument. There you will find over fifty-thousand names of our boys and girls who died in Vietnam. All are terrorists per your beliefs. You should exercise caution, though. If some of the ‘Nam boys are there paying tribute to their fallen friends and see you do this, they might just up and urinate on you. Are you sure my husband is the terrorist? Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Star Lawerence has fashion sense, “I saw a funny post someplace comparing Michelle Obama’s election night dress to the stomach of a black widow spider…very close in appearance. Then, I thought, ooo, can’t say black and esp not widow, oh, no, or spider, or anything mean against women….” MEOOOW! Do we have a right to be catty? Darn tootin’ girlfriend! I well see the black widow analogy! A perfect analogy, indeed! My personal reaction to her dress is I view her dress as symbolism for flames coming up from Hell. Might cause some to gasp, but her dress appealed to my bisexual side. Interesting enough, Star, I cannot write this about Michelle Obama but can write this about our two French lesbian girlfriends of an intimate couple of decades. Yeah, of course, I am writing about Michelle Obama. Her dress flashed my prurient interest for a moment, “Her dress makes me want to rip her clothes off, throw her down on our floor then….” Well, readers can use imagination for the rest. Symbolism is a very powerful force. We are subjected to symbolism around the clock. Much of our collective thinking is molded by symbolism. This is a tool of mass media and of our government. I love this “black widow” dress worn by Michelle Obama and I object to her wearing this dress during an election night victory celebration. Her fashion taste for that night is way out of line. Be sure to understand I think her dress to be stunningly beautiful, but not appropriate for a First Lady, not on such an important night. Barack Obama, even worse fashion sense; black suit, white shirt, black suit, white shirt, black suit, white shirt… Dang, boy! Slip on some jeans sometime. My point is symbolism is extremely powerful. Symbolism sends messages which burn into peoples’ memories. A black widow spider, flames of Hell, no telling what the rest of our world saw in this symbolism of Michelle’s dress. More important, we are not to discuss Michelle’s fashion sense. No, no, this is wrong, we have to mince our words, we have to be politically correct. Mule manure. Michelle’s fashion sense and timing, both suck. Now someone give Barack a cowboy hat and tell him to yell “YEEHAW!” now and then so I will know he is not actually Hymie The Robot from Get Smart. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Marjorie C adds value to dialog, “I was quite naive to the racism that exists in this country — black to white…Can’t say too much ‘cause I’ll have Whoopi jumping all over me again.” Marjorie, you’re naive nature is not really such. Reality is you have not been exposed to a lot of bigotry nor racism. I am not faulting you rather recognizing reality. You are clearly an intelligent woman who is very objective. Contrasting, I know you have never been told to sit in the “colored” section of a café. What is truly important here is you realize bigotry and racism originates from all types of and all colors of people. You are to be commended for your objective thinking; you are color blind. As to Whoopi, ha! ha! When you get down to brass tacks Hollywood types, political types, news reporters, all famous people are just such, people. We are much too quick to attach importance and power to fame. We are much too quick to genuflect before celluloid heroes and heroines. We are all equals and famous people are only such because _we_ give them fame. If not for us, those famous people would be slovenly serfs like the rest of us. Next time Whoopi jumps on your back, you remind yourself you are too dignified to engage in such wrongful behavior. Your dignity is your power. Cynthia Ceilan shares her thoughts, “Racism absolutely does exist in every ethnic group. And phrases like “lily white” are every bit as disturbing as “black as night.” Most certainly. The only cure for this is to work from within an ethnic group. I am quick to discuss there are racists within my American Indian culture. I understand the roots of this racism and I understand this racism causes more harm than these historical roots of hatred for White America. I do not hesitate to critique those of my culture who are racist. My attitude is most critical. Those ethnic groups which refuse to acknowledge racism amongst their own are doomed to disgrace, forever doomed. Star Lawerence is realistic, “Forget Whoopi—she is glad to make money of those of us who come here to mix it up. And don’t forget, I get her money when the spoils are redistributed to the poor—like that will happen.” Ha! Ha! You go girl! “Whoopi, darling, your hero Obama is too take your money then give your money to me!” I will be brief as possible. I have adamantly campaigned against Obama precisely because of his domestic economic policy and his tax policy. His socialist agenda is a guarantee of complete disaster for America. Here is reality, Star. I make no apologies for our family’s position of wealth. We were born to poverty, today we are wealthy. You can easily surmise a story of hard work on our part. Currently I am moving our money around in preparation for Obama. I moving our money into positions of no or little “earned income” for the next four years. Obama can only tax us on reported “earned income” for each fiscal year. By minimizing our tax exposure we are, with intent, removing our money from America. Millions of other families in our fortunate position are doing the same. Net effect, a reaction to Obama, is yearly tax revenues for both our state governments and our federal government will fall dramatically. Our state level and our federal level governments are already bankrupt. This will worsen as more and more people object to Obama taking our money then giving our money to some fat lazy American who will spend our money on beer, pizza and cigarettes. Readers are not to be offended by my painting with a broad brush. I well know a majority of Americans are hard working decent folks. Nonetheless, we also know there are a lot of fat lazy no-count Americans out there. I am so mad Obama intends to take away our really hard earned money then give our money to those who are not earning their way through life. We know a lot of those Obama welfare checks will go to people who will spend this welfare money on beer, pizza, cigarettes, drugs and crack head whores. This is very wrongful, and our family will not allow Obama to use our hard earned money in this irresponsible way. No chance we will hand over our very hard earned money to Obama. This will not happen. Last fiscal year we paid a cumulative total 53% income tax. This will rise to about 63% if Obama has his way. You know what you call this? Robbery, strong arm robbery. OMGIAMGOING NUTS touches upon a guilt trip, “It’s just like whoopi repeated and repeated on the View the ‘N’ word over and over. I lost ‘all’ respect for her at that point.” This is a very volatile topic, a dangerous topic. I strongly, psychotically defend our precious right of Freedom of Speech, within reason. I am not about to shout “Let’s get naked” during a Catholic high mass, but I will not support censorship of reasonable and rationale dialog. Words are only offensive when wrapped within a context of hatred. Our word “nigger” is just as offensive as our word “whitey”. Many other comparisons can be drawn, such as “injun” compared to “Indian.” I have used the “N” word just now. Am I offensive? Of course not. Will some think me a racist? Probably. Nonetheless, I will defend our right to discuss important topics, free of censorship, while our discussions are intelligent and objective. Years back, after several days of racial violence between Blacks and Hispanics at a high school in Los Angeles, many leaders, fathers and mothers, stepped up on a soapbox provided by our mainstream media. A mother takes her turn and appeals to teenage students listening, “You should not be fighting each other, you should be getting together and taking the fight to whitey.” Had I been there, chances are high I would have slapped this mother, then be promptly arrested and tossed in jail for my justified objection. I was absolutely enraged a mother would jump up and say to young people, paraphrased, “You should not hate each other, you should hate these other people.” Her words are vile racism. She is urging young people to be racists. Our mainstream media did not jump on this. Our mainstream media let slide her “whitey” word and let slide her urging race based violence. This incident did not make the news because viewer ratings are more important than truth in reporting. Are you of our mainstream media hearing my written words? Why is our word “whitey” not a taboo word? This is so very hypocritical. There should be no taboo words but we should hold our peoples accountable for wrongful behavior and certainly for hypocrisy. “Words are powerful, dangerous, even fatal.” - Okpulot Taha Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Moving from hinky to kinky and noting I did not initiate this discussion of sexuality, keeping your sex life healthy is easy and only requires imagination and a sense of adventure. I have a Hollywood quality gorilla costume which is fun, but this is not my story to tell, this time. Beside those high quality special effects outfits are very expensive. However, good sex is worth the expense. My husband of going on thirty years of great marriage, although we forgot to become married along the way, my hubby is downhill working his fingers to the bone as is his wont and pride. He is building a beautiful decorative stone wall along our private lane which borders our land. Quite nice, really. We own a bit of acreage, secluded neighborhood, only twelve homes up here on hilltops spread out over several hundred acres of land. We have rendered our land a rain forest complete with the wildest of animals, including an adventurous gorilla. Gated private road, ours, and multimillion dollar homes, tickles me our home and land is worth two to three times as much as the Obama estate, and we have no mortgage. There are times I simply must be arrogant and simply must take a dig at the elitist Obama family. Could you guess we lean right and are not religious? My husband is working hard, running his small concrete mixer, mortaring and stacking decorative blocks, building beauty for our home and mostly for me; he really loves me and I really love him. Unlike the Obama family, we both have thickly callused hands; we work for a living, work really hard which is how we escaped poverty so long ago. I love my boy. He works so hard, works up a Hungry-Man tv dinner appetite but this is your lunch time, our Okie dinner time. Your dinner is our supper. Would not know about tv dinners; we have never eaten those. So, you want to keep your boy happy. Easy. This requires nothing more than a large cardboard box, sharp but blunt scissors (for safety) and some duct tape. Imagination does help but is not all this needed. Day before, I drive my old rust bucket ‘52 Chevy pickup down to an appliance store then proceed to plead, beg and lie to secure a refrigerator size cardboard box. Gracious boys, a wiggle and a jiggle, those boys give me a box and help me load my box. Back home, while hubby is downhill working, I render my large cardboard box a love shack. I cut out a door, hinge this door with duct tape, staple some plastic bags in back, cut small holes right and left for venting and for my arms to fit through so I can walk and carry my box, while inside. I add a few fancy touches, to finish off. I would provide complete assembly instructions but I cannot write in Chinese. Use your imagination. Next morning, sunrise, my old man heads downhill to begin an honest day’s work and I go to work. I load up my love shack with grapes, passion fruit, couple tuna fish sandwiches made with sprouts and two splits of American brut champagne. Oh yeah, fresh strawberries. Another bag stapled to rear wall, I stuff in some beach towels for soft flooring and to wrap my camera and a small tripod. Off with my clothes, stepping inside I slide my arms through my arm holes, lift and I am off duck walking up our street, naked inside a cardboard box, door closed, of course. Only one neighbor spots me, wife, a filthy rich wife in her new Mercedes passes by, very slowly while looking, even electric buttoned her window down. She knows. I am the one who runs around in a gorilla outfit and the only one up here in the hills with dark brown feet, which show well under my love shack. We do not really fit well in our elitist Obama neighborhood. My boy does not notice this cardboard box walking towards him; he is busy mixing mortar and laying stones. Finally, ten feet out, his eyes are caught by a rather large cardboard box walking towards him, labeled “SPECIAL DELIVERY” in very official looking USPS lettering. He adds some water to his mixer, rinses off his tools, towels his hands, then looks and shakes his head in disbelief although he is most accustomed to my odd behaviors. He knows, who else would walk up our lane inside a cardboard box or romp around on our rainforest land dressed like a gorilla? Lunch is good, very good, and most certainly a special delivery. I suppose I could write in Choctaw to give you graphic details but, like Chinese, I do not think this would make a cow lick of sense to you. Certainly cannot write about this in English, not here; I raise enough eyebrows as is. After lunch, I enjoy scaring the poop out of a large Rottweiler running loose. You ever see a big cardboard box chase a guard dog? Rather amusing. http://www.purlgurl.net/aue/refrig_box.jpg Strikes me people really do not some hinky preacher telling them how to have a good sex life. I find a cardboard box, a good imagination and a sense of adventure is all which is needed to keep your love life torrid and blistering hot. Chinese assembly instructions are optional. Just remember Tab A and Slot B, no problem. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Ok, ok, this is way too hinky, no, I mean hinky not kinky. These types of events fascinate me and spur my love affair with anthropology; I just cannot help but dig to find bones and artifacts of hinky. Much of this my personal belief the Bible and other similar religious writings are owner manuals for women. Yes, amongst my many different views of religion and the Bible is our Good Book is a guide for men to learn how to own and control women. I prefer the Kama Sutra for a good book although physically challenging to read and follow. Symbolism surrounds this preacher like this halo around Obama’s head. On stage with this man of God is a toilet. Yep, there is a toilet center stage. Oddly, there is no roll of toilet paper nor a Playboy magazine. Why is the Porcelain Goddess on stage with him? Beats me. Perhaps what this man preaches is a load. Tall and well back illuminated, behind this preacher is a Sixties Playboy style art rendition of a man and woman. He is wearing a sexy tuxedo and she is wearing a sexy mini-dress which barely covers her main attraction. He is twice her height creating a perception of her standing behind him. Symbolism is he is large, masculine, suave and sexy. She is a well dressed slut relegated to a small servile social position; Madonna and whore. On either side, two rather tall and thick phallic symbols. Running up and down those palli are, from top to bottom, spade, heart, club and diamond, as typically found on poker cards. Ace of spades is the highest value card and is the Death card. I don’t know, maybe symbolism is life is a winning hand and an elbow hanging trophy hooker at a Vegas casino. During his sermon he advises couples are to take God to bed with them. Some of the religious claim God speaks to them, might be this man sees through the eyes of God. Should I take God to bed with my lover and I, there is no doubt a burning bolt of lightning would fry my big butt for my transgressions. This preacher asks his flock to send him email, at the end of seven days of sex each day. He asks his followers to describe their feelings and experiences after enjoying a lot of sex. Now this is kinky not hinky. Did you catch the cut of this minister’s clothes? Looks hand tailored Italian to me. I cannot help but think of Jimmy Bakker and Jessica Hahn. Tammy Faye, nah, I really would rather not have a vision of her in my mind. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Candice Bergen is quoted, “The “kill Obama” and “he’s an Arab.” I mean, just the worse sort of illiterate, uneducated, ignorant hate mongering.” Be careful, racism cuts in all directions. As always, I have a story to tell. Early this year I elected to test a number of websites for bias and bigotry. I did not plan to test for racism. Being an English professor, I am well trained at language usage and having a degree in Earth Science, I am well trained in good Scientific Method. I will briefly recount experiences at two websites. One is Black Star News and the other is The Daily Voice freshly created by Keith Boykin, of whom most know. For each website, my first article was an honest advisory I am visiting to test for bias and bigotry. All my written articles were deliberately well written, professional and firm but fair. Some were straight forth political commentary, some were subtle tests of cultural mores. At Black Star News, I abandoned testing after several days. If not a black person or perceived to not be black, Black Star News proves to be very hostile, highly racist and even threatening, both on the part of the editors of this website and on the part of their participants. I decided risks are too high to continue participation; this Black Star News scares me. I am being sincere. Keith Boykin’s site was a much better experience at first. I even enjoyed helping Keith and Malcolm straighten out some programming problems they were experiencing, I even provided programming which cured a crash of their site taking them offline for a full day. My private dialogs with Keith and Malcolm reveal both men are professionals and simply nice men. Being brief, over a course of about two months, at Boykin’s site, responses to my professionally written critiques of Obama became increasingly angry. I mixed in some questioning of cultural mores, such as the AIDS epidemic amongst Black America and the 70% rate of single mothers. During early month two, responses became openly hostile. Nearing month three, almost all responses ranged from very vile racial slurs to overt threats of physical violence, including participants searching out and providing what participants believed to be my true name and our family home address. Providing quotes of unpleasant remarks would serve no good purpose. Bottom line is my personal experience is, significantly more racial slurs, threats of violence and other inappropriate commentary, significantly more came out of Black America than White America. This type of activity on the part of Black America took place on a daily basis. I need to qualify in fairness. Blogs are known for hostile participants. Blogs are known for attracting the fringe. Much of this could be and I believe this is blogs present a much higher percentage of people who are openly hostile. Other words, blogs are skewed to hostility. Nonetheless, my discovery of 85% to 90% of participants at specific websites being highly hostile is well beyond any skew present; this is a percentage so high to include and exceed the fringe people. Racism cuts in all directions. Does not matter the skin color, all cultural groups display a degree of racism, some more than others. Black, white, red, brown, yellow, makes no difference. Racism will be found. This focus on bad remarks made by the few at McCain events or Palin events, is a display of bias and in some cases, bigotry. The same type of remarks are coming out of all camps, again, regardless of skin color and regardless of political party leaning. For America to fault only McCain and Palin, in my personal opinion, borders on racism. This is a “political” racism with overtones of skin color racism. This specific election year, I can, in good conscious, declare our American mainstream media displays bias, displays bigotry and in some cases, our American mainstream media displays racism. I will be quick to write the same about our American peoples, verbatim. I am more offended by those who blame only one camp, blame only one segment of our society, than I am offended by the racism and hatred directed at me during this election year. As a red skinned woman, I know how to and can deal with our various bigotries ranging from sexism to racism. Contrasting, I will not deal with people who refuse to acknowledge reality; I am simply not interested in those people. Racism cuts in all directions. This is reality. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Oh my poor husband. With this religious dictate coming down, now we will be having sex twice a day instead of once a day. Poor boy. Any of you know a good online source for Viagra? Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Mary NSB-Florida adds interest, “In 1968 you couldn’t vote until you were 21 but could be drafted and die at 18” Not until 1961 year, my peoples were not granted a right to vote in my home state of Oklahoma. Not until 1967 year were my peoples granted a right to vote in the state of Maine, a bleeding heart liberal state. None of us could vote regardless of age. Our peoples did not terrorize America for this. In late 1968 year, my future husband returned from Vietnam with two bullet holes in his body. He did not have a right to vote but he was willing to die for our country. My husband did not terrorize America for this. John McCain remained a prisoner of war in Vietnam after my husband returned to recover. John did not terrorize America for this. Bill Ayers and cohorts terrorized America, with violent passion, to effect their own personal agenda, to force their thinking upon all Americans. Bill Ayers inflicted fear and injury upon all of America. Today, Bill Ayers is a friend to Barack Obama. Decades back, down in my hometown of Eagletown, Oklahoma, Ayers would have had his head blown off then his body wrapped in newspaper and stomped into the ground. Our local sheriff would have given us both the shotgun and newspaper to do this. There are those of us who abide by our laws and are proud of our country despite her many faults. Bill Ayers is not one of us, and he is a friend to Barack Obama. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

I make my living off the evening news Just give me something-something I can use People love it when you lose, They love dirty laundry - Don Henley I use Walter Cronkite as the gold standard for news reporters. Walter is thought of as America’s most trusted man, and Walter has well earned this distinction. Katie Couric, I rate her as being one of Walter’s dirty socks. I am being generous. Brian Williams is Walter’s other dirty sock. Tom Brokaw rates a bit better with me; he is Walter’s soup stained tie. Andy Rooney, now there is an older gentleman after my heart. Andy is not a Walter Cronkite, Andy is Walter’s sidekick. Andy enjoys an exceptional talent to render the most insignificant of notions into news of great worth. Give Andy a Magic Marker and he will give you back a gross of No. 2 pencils, sharp and ready for decades of faithful service. Sarah Palin has the power of average. She is about as ordinary as can be. She is the typical American, with an attitude. Men love her because she is a MILF. Men fear her because of her outspoken and assertive demeanor; Sarah will not lie down and shut up. Women love Sarah because she is blasting away at a glass ceiling with a moose rifle. Women fear Sarah because she has moral callus on her hands. Quite easy for the many to jeer Sarah because those many are blind to their sitting on the sidelines in the Peanut Gallery. I am of a mind to randomly grab a person off the street, Jay Leno style, then ask, “What are the seven continents of our world?” I know almost all will include the Artic and almost none will tell me there are truly only four continents floating about on this fiery ocean below our feet, and Africa is not one of those continents. Jay Walking down in Hollywood, California, I am sure should I ask any given Hollywood star in the sidewalk, “Name a Supreme Court case” each star would bark back at me the first two commandments of ten. Most of us know of Roe versus Wade. Some of us know of Miranda versus Arizona but Joe Friday never once read any suspect his Miranda rights. Should I ask Katie Couric about Doe versus Bolton, I am sure she would eventually work around to talking about Ali and Foreman. By-the-by readers, who is Norma McCorvey? Amuses me to hear Americans boast, “Hell, I would be a better president than George W. Bush!” Why is this Joe Blow off the street would be a better president than George Junior, but not Sarah? Katie offering critique of Sarah is much like Pot telling Kettle to clean up its act. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

A reminder for readers. Bill Ayers is directly associated with a bombing of a police station resulting in one cop killed and another maimed and blinded. Virtually all Americans know Bill Ayers violently terrorized our country. I have a question for readers. A football star, O.J. Simpson, sits at a board of directors table of some company. Would you accept a board position with this company? Another question. Why would you sit with and work with Bill Ayers, a known and documented terrorist enemy of our country? Fine, you would not work with Simpson but you would work with Ayers. I have very serious issues with this type of vile hypocrisy. Sarah is right, patriotic Americans do not pal around with traitors and terrorists. This is a viable issue and an issue which causes me grave concern. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Agyness adds her 2 cents worth, which needs to be inflation adjusted to 2 dollars worth, “I, too, have been listening and hearing you of late….” Uh oh, I finally made “America’s Most Unwanted”. Bush is number one on this list, though. Agyness plays wtih fire, “I D double dare ya!” This could be a problem. I am not D double, I am only D single. Besides, if I flash my breasts at those stringless yo-yos over on Capitol HIll, they might think this a reward, except for Senator Larry Craig, but he is over in the House — bathroom this is. Careful, girlfriend, I almost always accept a dare. Reminds of accepting a dare and I end up being arrested for public nudity. Well, sorta arrested. I was let free after cutting a deal - cops could take photographs of me nude in exchange for not pressing charges, this and my telling a lot of jokes in my native tongue, Choctaw. I had those boys busting a gut with laughter. nan alhtoka kitihma ai ahuauchi la na? (readers are silent, scratch their heads) I suppose you had to be there to appreciate my joke. I am celebrating my birthday with hubby and many friends, along with a whole bunch of people none of us know. Short version here. We are partying at a river, drinking, smoking dope, skinny dipping, running around naked, loud rock n roll, hooting and hollering. I am really plowed and Choctaw police come driving up on a cow trail of a dirt road. Someone shouts, “Cops! Run!” Everyone scatters, run like crazy. I do the same, I take off running and look up just in time to stop from plowing into the side of their police car. I ran right up to the side of their cruiser and I am buck ass naked. Coyote pulls a trick on me. Inside, two grinning Choctaw cops, looking me over. All I could think to say, “Today is my birthday! I’m thirty years old!” Quite the comical story unfolds but I will save this for telling during my next lucid moment. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

DeBurca Obj asks, “Please give your source for the hourly wages you have posted.” http://seekingalpha.com/article/105061-should-we-really-bail-out-the-big… My dollar per hour amount for GM / Ford should be $74 not $78 as I cite; I am becoming age addled. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Barbara Taylor displays a realistic attitude, “Congress gives the banks money to loan, but the banks are just sitting on the money.” This bailout sure backfired. Yes, those banks which received billions of dollars are simply hoarding this money; zero benefit for our economy. Barbara continues, “Now give money to automakers where management for years drove the company in the ground.” This is so unreal. Those idiots in Congress. Saving the big three automakers is another major mistake. The real problem is the auto workers union. Here are some salary stats with numbers rounded off. Wages: National Average: $28 per hour Toyota / Honda: $48 per hour GM / Ford: $78 per hour No surprise American cars are junk at a high price. The auto workers union is at fault for this. Allowing all three auto makers to go belly up would be a union buster which is precisely what is needed. This would not be a “ripple effect” disaster, not at all. Japanese and Korean auto makers would simply expand, takeover, then create four times as many jobs at half the union wages; cars would be affordable and of high quality and the auto industry would be more healthy. Barbara comments on lazy Americans, “Why is it no one is calling, writing letters to our government about this continued mess.” Ha! When this “bailout” was first proposed, I sent email to every senator and every congress member strongly objecting to this welfare for Wall Street. Took a couple of days but rewarding knowing I am doing my part as an American citizen. Comical, I am still receiving responses from politicians today. You note the bailout bill included a tax exemption for wood toy arrows? This prompted me to fire off another round of emails. Each email contained, in part, “You politicians are blithering idiots.” A tax exemption for toy arrows, what the F-word does this have to do with curing our economic problems? Whatever, Americans remain obsessed with Sarah’s clothes and remain blind to the biggest taxpayer ripoff of our American history. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Lady Gator gives me a laugh, “With a cover like that you might also make the cover of the ‘National Inquirer’.” “Red Moon Attacks Capitol Hill — Martial Law Declared” Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation

Phyllis Doyle Pepe masturbates my massive ego, “You aren’t scary; you are just outrageously provocative.” Oh, oh dear, I so want to be scary. Being provocative is so docile compared to being scary. I love this when I walk into a crowd and men grab their privates, women cover their mouths and children take to screaming and crying. Phyllis continues, “I think I know where you’re coming from now. You remind me of Annie Proulx in your tall tales….” History will have Proulx one of the greats of American literature. She will be famous for a thousand years to come. Yes, I read Proulx and I am an avid fan. Her style and attitude comfort me; she reassures me I am not completely crazy nor completely without heart. Some Proulx: “While Cheri changed him on the kitchen table less than eighteen inches from Buddy’s coffee cup, he looked around to avoid watching her mop at Lye’s besmeared buttocks and scrotum. On the floor several feathers were stuck in a coagulated blob. Wads of trodden gum appeared as archipelagoes in a mud-colored sea while bits of popcorn, string ends, torn paper, a crushed McDonald’s cup, and candy wrappers made up the flotsam….” If there is a comparison to made, noting I am a fly speck compared to Proulx, this is our shared penchant for development of setting to tell a tale of characters within this setting. Very often, surroundings create a better story than a story to be told. Proulx and I are prone to using an emotional harshness in language, prone to presenting harsh reality. Clearly we both love cowboys and this lifestyle presented by rough riders, even if uncomfortable such as her admired Brokeback Mountain. “outrageously provocative” - I will work on my being more scary; you are catching onto me. You are very observant. Okpulot Taha Choctaw Nation