Philzone.org Discussion Board: Archive 2004: Hep C Archive: Merry Christmas

I would like to wish everyone on the Hep C thread a Very Happy Christmas and New Year. I will pray that all of us infected reach our goal of SVR and give thanks for the caregivers in our lives who have shown those of us on treatment so much patience, tolerance, understanding and love. I know for myself I would not have made it this far,(#37 tonight), without the love, caring, and support of my wife, who I consider a Superwoman. I thank her and all of you for all the help and support during this difficult journey.

Nollaig Shona Dhuit (Merry Christmas)
NYJIMMY

merry christmas jimmy........

ToAll,

Trying to do all the Christmas stuff slow.
A Jerry Christmas and a Bobby New Weir!!!

Peace and serenity, and mucho gratitude to all
Rob

Part2

In my self-centered brain fog I neglected to mention my sweetie Gigi who has been a help beyond what words can express.

So Peace and Love from Robert and GIGI

Merry, merry christmas to you too, Jimmy. I wish the spirits of Christmas will extend itself through the entire new year, so that this place of ours (planet earth) will grow gentler and not so hard on the poor people. Best of luck to you battling the dragon. Be seeing you on the zone next year.

Merry Christmas to all the crew here. God Bless all! Merry Christmas to those I love, and those offering love. All I can say is angels do exist. There is a light in every darkness, and never rule out surprises in life......

Had a great Christmas Eve day - went to visit this Rabbi who helped me out to no end - a real religous dude but with a great heart. Maybe moving to Brooklyn - Then went an non hep c friendly establishmnet- call it holiday cheer - now back to shabbos dinner cooked by dear old mom - then da kind and lot's of great tunes - being single is fun - but then again so being.. Peace and Merry Christmas To All

Hey gang haven't checked in here for a while. I just wanted to Wish everybody a Merry Xmas.

Happy Holidays
Peace and Love to all my zone brothers and sisters .....
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A Very Merry Xmas from the UK to all the Brothers and Sisters on the Zone.

Ru.

"Won't Give In" by The Finn Brothers

You call me up and I'll say a few words
But I'll try not to speak too long
Please to be kind and I'll try to explain
I'll probably get it all wrong
What does it mean when you promise someone
That no matter how hard or whatever may come

It means that I won't give in
Won't give in
Won't give in
'Cause everyone I love is here
Take me home
Take me home

Once in a while I return to the fold
With people I call my own
Even if time is just a flicker of light
And we all have to die alone
What does it mean when you belong to someone
When you're born with a name
When you carry it on

It means that I won't give in
Won't give in
Won't give in
'Cause everyone I love is here
All at once and I'll show you how to get here

Come on now, come on now
Can you feel it?
I can see it in ya
Come on now
Come on now
Reveal it
Turn around won't ya
The right time
The right place
Right now
Turn around

A chance is made, a chance is lost
I carry myself to the edge of the earth

It means that I won't give in
Won't give in
Won't give in
'Cause everyone I love is here
Say it once, just say it, and disappear

From "Everyone Is Here" by The Finn Brothers (released 2004).

So to my surprise, after lying there in the woods for centuries, disguised as a stone, I suddenly heard some scratching to my ear. And when my one eyelid opened, I stared right into the tongue of Audhumla, the holy cow of Valhall, licking my physical appearance out of the stone.
I cried- No !
But Audhumla kept on licking, and here I am, pholks, right here on the zone.
Now that my mother and father are dead, I know that there is really no opposition to my version of my birth.
Not that I wanted to be part of this cruel world, but I soon caught sight of the full moon
and the northern cross, and as Audhumla gently walked away, I shouted _ Why don't you give arms and legs, so that I can walk !?
Audhumla answered - That is not for me to know, but by all means, if you want more, I'll give it to you.
So she licked me up real fine, and finally transformed me into something looking like a human being.
Realizing what I had become, I cried out to the cow: - Do you understand what you have done ?
But Audhumla was gone, and so was my hope for the phuture, pholks.

A Charlie Brown Christmas

Charlie Brown finds himself depressed at Christmas time,searching for the true meaning of the holiday amidst the glitz and commercialism of the modern age. He finds his answer in the passge below:

"And there were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them! And they were sore afraid... And the angel said unto them, "Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all my people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."

"And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger." and suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God, and saying, "Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace, and good will toward men."

"That's what christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."

--Linus Van Pelt
and Charles M Schultz

Great song Ru and and great story Pelle - from the first world - or so they say - anyway I'm going to get a copy of that Finn brothers release - love the song Persuasion by Tim Finn - I heard it performed by Richard and Teddy Thompson- Now if you guys would only listen to some AOD -

click here:

http://wilstar.com/xmas/what_christmas_is_all_about.wav

Artists > Tim Finn > Persuasion
Contribution by: doctorbeak on August 03, 2002



You and I
Tempted by the promise of a different life
Time has fled
There's a constant battle running through my head
I don't know what to do
'Cause I still believe
After all the foolish things that we've been through
I will always be a man who's open to.....
Persuasion

Blind romance
There'll be no half measures given half the chance
But we never learn
Trusting in the fire while the cruel flame burns
And we need to rebuild
What was never there
What got left behind
After all the foolish things that we've been through
I can always make a start on something new
And I'll always be a man who's open to.....
Persuasion

And it's written in my heart
So that everybody could see it
And it's written in my soul
After all I still believe it
I still believe it
I still believe it yeah
I still believe

I don't know what to do, 'cause I still believe
After all the foolish things you put me through
I can always make a start on someting new
And I'll always be a man who's open to.....
Persuasion, persuasion

Hi Linus,
what a wonderful posting. Trouble is, Bear,after Audhumla licked me into this socalled life, I managed to befruit (?) a couple of female human beings and the youngest of these kids just turned 26. ( Kirsti). When I was just out of the stone, hands, head and feet, I looked down at my groin and I barely saw a red hot strawberry, though I never was fat. As I saw what was happening among my fellow lookalikes, I shouted out loud, - Hey Audhumla, how come you didn't give me a bigger dick, but the cow just murmured as she left: - Don't complain about the size of you bodily attributes, you have enough trouble sizing up the files you're trying to upload on Philzone.
Well,Bear, that's about all I can say for now. Keep your lovely letters pouring in.
Loddie

Book of Luke

2:1
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

2:2
(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

2:3
And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

2:4
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David)

2:5
To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

2:6
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

2:7
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

2:8
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

2:9
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

2:10
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

2:11
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

2:12
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

2:13
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

2:14
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

2:15
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.

2:16
And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.

2:17
And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.

2:18
And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.

2:19
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

2:20
And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.

2:21
And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the child, his name was called JESUS, which was so named of the angel before he was conceived in the womb.

2:22
And when the days of her purification according to the law of Moses were accomplished, they brought him to Jerusalem, to present him to the Lord;

2:23
(As it is written in the law of the LORD, Every male that openeth the womb shall be called holy to the Lord;)

2:24
And to offer a sacrifice according to that which is said in the law of the Lord, A pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons.

2:25
And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him.

2:26
And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord's Christ.

2:27
And he came by the Spirit into the temple: and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law,

2:28
Then took he him up in his arms, and blessed God, and said,

2:29
Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word:

2:30
For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,

2:31
Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;

2:32
A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.

2:33
And Joseph and his mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of him.

2:34
And Simeon blessed them, and said unto Mary his mother, Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel; and for a sign which shall be spoken against;

2:35
(Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.

2:36
And there was one Anna, a prophetess, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Aser: she was of a great age, and had lived with an husband seven years from her virginity;

2:37
And she was a widow of about fourscore and four years, which departed not from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night and day.

2:38
And she coming in that instant gave thanks likewise unto the Lord, and spake of him to all them that looked for redemption in Jerusalem.

2:39
And when they had performed all things according to the law of the Lord, they returned into Galilee, to their own city Nazareth.

2:40
And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom: and the grace of God was upon him.

2:41
Now his parents went to Jerusalem every year at the feast of the passover.

2:42
And when he was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast.

2:43
And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and his mother knew not of it.

2:44
But they, supposing him to have been in the company, went a day's journey; and they sought him among their kinsfolk and acquaintance.

2:45
And when they found him not, they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him.

2:46
And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions.

2:47
And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers.

2:48
And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing.

2:49
And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?

2:50
And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them.

2:51
And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them: but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart.

2:52
And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.

your not allowed to preach unless you tell us your name

Pelle,
LOL!!! Thought you were Norwegian not French!!! Sorry about your dick size but not everyone can be from the U.S.A.!!! LMFAO!!!

Freedom is not free!!!

Sympathy For The Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(Bombay is the word I found listed on all of the lyrics pages I found, but the actual lyric on the soundtrack sounds as if it has more syllables than that, to me - DA)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

(studio chatter)

"Milk Boy! Save Us Milk Boy!"
"Don't forget to drink your milk."

* * * * * * *

Copyright Rolling Stones 1968

X:
i don't expect the Devil to be cutting and pasting the book of Luke ( maybe Rev)

LMC(hristian)AO!!!

FYYFFF!
I knew that dick thing would keep you rocking, Bear. Let's keep this good thing going for the rest of the night <Night over here bro, 3.50 after midnight, and I will be your xmas huckleberry ( not sure what that means, gentlemen, but I heard it said by Doc Holliday
at Tombstone in a fine US western movie 15 years ago, at a shoot out at OK Corral or something).

Anyhow
whats to be done
with the cow
licking up a man
from a thousand year old stone

Why didn't she give him hate to roll
and live in the socalled presidents army
of thieves and by the way
fuck you , you fucking fuck
FYYFF

Do not believe for one precious second
that the lenght of of dicks can be added
by the number of people in your stolen land
It was we that had you there in the first place

What did you do to my friend, Sitting Bull
of the proud Sioux nation
What happened to my brother Crazy Horse ?
And Mangas Colorados down in what you call Arizona ?

I tell you one thing, maybe you are my friend
from across the sea
Whatever happened to American Horse ?
And Kicking Bird ?

Tatanka Yotanka is waiting for you
So now, after 150 years
you're talking bout the size of the USA

Good luck to you, my suffering friend

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EACH LITTLE PHILZONE ELF, ONE AND ALL! MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!


xoxoxo
SHAKERGIRL

Have a great midwinter break, Shakergirl,
greetings from the wild, wild, northern Europe.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.Surprised me to see the Devil quoteing the Bible here.LOL HUGS, LUCINDA

Jonah, my friend
Back in the days when those books were written,
nobody over here could read. Those stories are things of the past. I will always respect that kind of wiev, though I for one will have to disagree. The socalled masters of... you know the rest

We Jews could read

But I don't doubt you for a second Pelle - especially if your talking about afghan tobacco

Lucinda,
I've been reading these postings from the beginning to the end. Just make sure that the man presenting himself as the devil doesn't show up as the devil's son-in-law in the long run.
Lodbrok from Norway.

Hey -
I know that bitch -

Oh intellectual one
Who get's stuck in time?
The past is gone
History is not shaped by the "ugly American"
But has been by man in all places and times
Speak of atrocities and point the finger
Look and you'll find pain
Past and present it lingers
Open up those gates on Scandanavian lands
Let brother Russians enter your lands
My father was a good Man
And my Mother a Native
The Lakota and Navahoe I've served with will Always be brothers
We would change
Ignorant ways of the past
If we could
Not knowing we are God?

does it rhyme? is the poem not true or do you prefer those slavery blues?

Whalesailor,
I do believe that any excursions on tobacco must have been denominated on another thread, don't you ? I would love to bring up some old time norse myths, if you or any other zoners would grant me an exchange. I'll give you the counterpart of socalled christian view of this planets origin and maybe you give me yours, Sir.
Not that I'm a Christian. Neither am I a jew, I am an independant thinking being, and I'm coming after you. (Holy Jahve, it rhymes, too).

It's for a future discussion - the more old Norse myths the better I say

Please, do share, brother Lodbrok.

Pick a favorite,
Paste a God: http://www.momentswithgod.com/#

Once upon a time, there was nothing.
Out of this cold nucleus where nothing could exist, something slowly emerged. The intermediate results show themselves here, Jonah, Bear and Lodbrok trying to comfort each other writing messages across the socalled sea .

One of you carry on , please. Let's make a joint effort on describing how this screwball of life clutched us with a cold grip on a mission of fare thee well.

Wanna continue, Jonah, Or you, Bear ?

There is always a cold grip waiting for the morning star...look east brother.

Touch Of Grey
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia

It must be getting early
Clocks are running late
Paint by numbers morning sky
Looks so phony

Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains, I don't care
'Cause it's alright

I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive

I see you got your list out
Say your piece and get out
Yes I got the gist of it
But it's alright

Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining's got a
Touch of grey

It's a lesson to me
The Ables and the Bakers and the C's
The A B C's
We all must face
And try to keep a little grace

I know the rent is in arrears
The dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears
But it's alright

Cows are giving kerosene
The kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene
But it's alright

I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive

It's a lesson to me
The Deltas and the East and the Freeze
The A B C's
We all think of
And try to keep a little love

The shoe is on the hand it fits
There's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and split
'Cause it's alright

Oh well a touch of grey
Kind of suits you anyway
That was all I had to say
And it's alright

I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive

We will get by
We will get by
We will get by
We will survive

In the east the sun is rising
come trouble with the new day
I for one look beyond the horizon
I'm going anyway

Bear,
It's getting real early here at my side of the drink. It's half past five in the morning and I really don't have much more to say for now. I wanna thank you and Jonah for having this digital conversation. I will return to the zone
in about 12 hours. Why don't we offer to each other our personal beliefs on the origin of this screwball ? One thing I know for sure is why we keep on swerving around the sun. It has to do with the relationship between the relative speed of the ball compared to the frequency of the ball's own turnaround. That's why we're not on our way to REAL outer space yet, Bear. One fine
day when this life is over, I'll fly away, fly away.
Bear, please don't hold that intellectual thing against me. I want you to know that I spent my days way up north at the Russian border
(North of Norway) as the communists invaded Tsjekkoslavakia back in 1968. Though I had nothing against the poor people of Russia at the time, I was prepared to shoot my rifle, given to me by the US Army, through any one wearing the wrong coulors. It still lingers on, though I'm not willing to pose as a target for whatever your president might call anymore.
My name is Loke Lie Lodbrok, take it or leave it.
I love American culture as brought into public
knowledge be the Grateful Dead, Little Feat, The Band, Happy Traum <(whom I've had the pleasure of playing with a couple of times, along with Dylan's string king Larry Campbell)
My grandmother's sister went to live in Wisconsin .
No doubt about it. It was just fair that Custer got the down at Litle Big Horn.
Forever yours
Loke Lie Lodbrok

Lodbrok,
I'd be ok with Russel Means attempting to burn the town hall again. We're infants I suppose. Someday, maybe, this human race will mature. It's likely to be long after we're all gone. Peace

Bear,
peace will be
we will be free
we'll eat bacon and beans
who's that Russel Means ?

I know that I'm a squarehead
from Scandinbavia oh, bahvia, Lordie
but who is Russel Means ?


(Short description will do)

Hahahahaha..... you mean I tuned into the Philzone, to hear this. How wonderful could life be? I think you guys are right on track, keep on keepin on.., this is entertainemnt at it's best! Kind of reminds me of taking some purple-haze and listening to "Axis Bold As Love"..... can anyone relate? WooooHoooo. Yeah.."I think it's raining outside"......rainy day......dream-away"....let the sun take a holiday" ......and if you get a chance, rent out "I-Robot", it's an excellent movie. Very well done , and very well written. I'm sure it will rank up there with the best. I'd certainly be interested in everyone's thoughts on the subject.
Has anyone seen the movie? If not, make it a X-Mas must......and go rent it tomorrow!! It should make for some novel reviews......especially among this crazy crew of crazies!!
Yeah.....& Peace to all and just remember;

"Love Will See Us Through"....

So OK,
maybe you're all laughin' your asses off, but for me the question still remains the same:
Who or what is Russel Means ?
If you please, gentlemen. I soon must wobble, so please be swift.

EMOTW @ your web "addy"

Martin,
it is time for you to go to church and see your living saviour. He has lived on this earth, and died on cross for you. But I wanna talk about burning hell. Exploding yesterdays are hereby committed and I declare that that you will have no peace in your inbox before you enlighten me on the theme of Russel Means.
It's really OK if you're all are having a good laugh on my behalf. I can live with that. Just wait and see who's downing himself with humor by the time I pick one of you guys up at Oslo International. Answer in 5 minutes or go to Sweden, both of you.

They marched for their dead brothers, their dead sons, their dead people.

About 2,000 Oglala Sioux people marched from the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota to this Sheridan County border town, the center of anguish for those who've lost family members here.
For four hours, the emotional march progressed peacefully. Then, in one hour of white-hot anger, it disintegrated into looting, arson and a police standoff.
"We're here today to tell Nebraska, all the way to the governor, that this is our land," said Russell Means, an Oglala and high profile member of the American Indian Movement, as he stood on the north edge of town.
Minutes after his speech, the blue-sky Nebraska day spun out of control.
Before it was over, a line of roughly 40 law enforcement officers some wearing Plexiglas face shields and carrying tear gas guns marched into town.
As Nebraska State Patrol troopers and Oglala Tribal Police struggled to gain control of the situation, a tense standoff ensued in the center of the unincorporated village.
It started with about a dozen Indian men tearing down the large metal "Welcome to Nebraska" sign on the edge of town and ended with looting and a fire at VJ's Market in Whiteclay.
Protesters pelted officers with rocks, epithets and screams of "murderers" and "killers." One Indian officer repeatedly beat a protester with a baton, but no shots were fired. A Los Angeles Times photojournalist shooting pictures of the looting was struck by protesters and had cameras stolen. Another photographer also had his cameras taken.
"Whiteclay is no longer Whiteclay, you lost it to the Lakotas," one woman shouted at authorities.
No arrests were made, according to Nebraska State Patrol spokeswoman Terri Teuber. An investigation is ongoing into the fire. No injuries were reported, she said, but several Indian people appeared to have suffered minor cuts, scrapes and bruises in the melee.
By late afternoon, officers regained full control, but the word around the reservation was that some people were attempting to rally another assault on the town.
"I just can't believe it can happen in the United States," said VJ's market owner Vic Clarke, after firefighters had left and as he tried to take stock of his losses. "I just can't believe it." Making sense of the violence may never happen, but its roots go back 27 years to an Oglala man named Raymond Yellow Thunder.
On a February night in 1972, the hard-drinking brothers Leslie and Melvin Hare beat Yellow Thunder, stripped him from the waist down, stuffed him in a trunk and drove around Gordon. At one point, they tried to force the injured, half-naked man onto a crowded dance floor at the American Legion.
Yellow Thunder spent the night in jail. The next morning, he went to a Gordon used car-lot, sat behind the wheel of a pickup and died of a brain hemorrhage.
"The Oglala people stood up and said that's enough and they took over Gordon for two days," Means said Saturday. In a gymnasium full of tribal members in Pine Ridge, he recalled the AIM protest he led to the Sheridan County seat 27 years ago. Since then, there have been unsolved murders on the reservation, but it's difficult to pinpoint an exact number.
During the lawless, violent times of the early 1970s, tribal police known as "goon squads" hunted AIM members, who represented a threat to the elected leadership, said Clyde Bellecourt of Minneapolis, one of AIM's co-founders.
In the early to mid-1970s, more than 60 unsolved murders occurred on the Pine Ridge Reservation, according to tribal members and scholars who've researched the era.
Mark Vukelich, an FBI supervisory special agent in Rapid City, S.D., disagreed. He said the number of unsolved homicides is "a handful." So when Wilson "Wally" Black Elk Jr. and Ronald Hard Heart were found dead June 8 in a reservation highway ditch a few hundred yards north of Whiteclay, it harkened to the days of Yellow Thunder.
Two weeks after the bodies were found, family members had received little information about the killings. Tom Poor Bear, an Oglala living in Rapid City who is the brother of Black Elk and the cousin of Hard Heart, said he felt the old suspicions creeping in.
Rumors ran rampant, especially around Whiteclay. The village is the closest place to buy beer for people living on the dry Pine Ridge Reservation. Friends have reported last seeing the victims taking the two-mile walk south at various times before their deaths.
One of the most persistent rumors is that a Sheridan County sheriff's deputy killed the men. Authorities, from the FBI to Sheriff Terry Robbins, said the rumor is unfounded.
"They can deny all they want to the mistreatment of Indians, but we've experienced it," Poor Bear said.
In addition, Poor Bear said there have been about a half-dozen unattended deaths in and around Whiteclay in the past few years. Poor Bear added that families of the deceased all saw evidence the victims were beaten.
Sheriff Robbins said he was familiar with four of the cases and the deaths were caused by alcohol, exposure, a fall and a pedestrian-vehicle accident. Officials with the FBI and the Oglala Sioux tribal police said they knew of no unsolved homicides in recent years.
When asked about allegations that Sheridan County law enforcement authorities ignore crimes against Indians, County Attorney Dennis King said, "I don't even want to dignify that comment. We do our duty and it doesn't have anything to do with race." Pine Ridge is the second-largest of the nation's 320 Indian reservations. Its boundaries encompass roughly 5,000 square miles at the foot of the Badlands, and it is home to about 18,000 Oglala Sioux.
History breathes in the Pine Ridge, and it stirs the people like the wind sways a field of buffalo grass. This is the land of Crazy Horse and Red Cloud, perhaps the greatest warriors of the Indian Wars.
Each June 26, the Oglala call a tribal holiday to celebrate their 1876 victory over Lt. Col. George Custer at the Little Big Horn.
Once nomadic bison hunters, the government forced the Oglala to adapt to the fixed lifestyle of white European settlers more than a century ago. The government provided housing, food, medicine that began a relationship of dependency that still exists today.
That relationship has not been good for the Oglala.
Residents of reservations face staggering unemployment. It is estimated that eight out of 10 people living on the Pine Ridge are jobless. Unemployment causes widespread poverty and Shannon County, S.D., is considered the poorest in America.

Residents of reservations face staggering unemployment. It is estimated that eight out of 10 people living on the Pine Ridge are jobless. Unemployment causes widespread poverty and Shannon County, S.D., is considered the poorest in America.
Poverty leads to despair. Depression is common and suicide rates on the reservation are six to eight times the national average. Social service workers say up to 90 percent of Pine Ridge residents have alcohol problems. Excerpt, "We're up against people who think it's OK to kill Indian people," Banks said. "They think it's OK because they'll get away with it." The air inside the gym was infused with the aroma of burning sage and tobacco. Soon, a band of Oglala drummers sang a prayer song in honor of Black Elk and Hard Heart.
Families and friends said both men were kind and willing to help out others on the reservation. Black Elk, 40, was described as a spiritual man. He loved his nieces and nephews and was working to put his life together so he could obtain custody of his six children.
"The Great Spirit didn't call for him, somebody sent him," Poor Bear said. "Wally had too many things to do here on Mother Earth." Hard Heart, 39, worked odd jobs and was always willing to help, said Bamm Brewer, an Oglala who raises bison on a ranch west of Pine Ridge village. But Hard Heart had a drinking problem and he hung out at Whiteclay a lot.
"Sometimes I'd pick him up, take him home and let him sober up," Brewer said. "Now I wish I would have done a better job looking out for him." After the rally, the marchers poured onto the streets of Pine Ridge. The drum singers loaded into a pair of pickups and the people began their 2-mile march to Whiteclay.
Several hundred yards long, the procession filled the highway from shoulder to shoulder. Marchers sang, thrust their fists into the air and beckoned people lining the route to join in. Family members carried photographs of the victims.
When they reached the spot where the bodies were found, the families walked down, said more prayers and planted flags in the ground. Then the marchers crossed into Whiteclay. The procession went to the south edge of the town and back to the state line.
Along the way, some people yelled "start it on fire," but people laughed and seemed not to take it seriously.
Means told the people the Dawes Act of 1887 gave the pine-covered escarpments of northwestern Nebraska to the Oglala. He said he will urge tribal leaders to seek the return of the land to the Lakota.
Soon after, about a dozen Indian men began shaking a large metal sign on the north side of Whiteclay. Before long, "Welcome to Nebraska, the Home of Arbor Day," was being lifted by the group and carried through the streets of Whiteclay.
They carried the sign to the south edge of town, where a pair of Nebraska State Patrol cruisers waited. They slammed it down, spat on it then taunted the troopers.
As they turned back into town, others smashed the glass doors of VJ's Market. Soon looters began pouring out of the market carrying cartons of Marlboros, cases of Pepsi, boxes of candy and even watermelons.
Observers said the looters targeted the market because its owner has a reputation for mistreating -- even assaulting -- Indian people. Market owner Vic Clarke called the allegations absurd.
As the State Patrol cars slowly crept toward the looters, rocks flew. Soon, thin smoke started seeping from the market doors.
A fire truck drove up to the store, but firefighters abandoned it after being pelted by rocks and bottles. That seemed to prompt the officers to move in.
For what seemed like hours, angry faces shouted at each other over an invisible line in the highway. Police wanted the protesters to move back to the state line. The protesters refused to budge and they seemed particularly incensed by the tribal police who stood side-by-side with the Nebraska officers.
"Why don't you stay over there, traitors," a woman yelled.
Finally the tension eased somewhat when Chief Oliver Red Cloud, a respected elder of the tribe, told the protesters to back up. Eventually, most of the marchers left the town. The AIM leaders apparently left earlier.
Meanwhile, the editor of the Scottsbluff Star-Herald, Steve Miller, said he had received phone calls Saturday from protesters who threatened to "take over the town" unless Nebraska Gov. Mike Johanns arrived by today.
"The governor doesn't deal with demands," said Chris Peterson, a spokesman for Johanns. "Making a demand that the governor travel two miles or two hours seems foolish, considering the governor's open-door policy. His home phone number is listed and he is always willing to listen and work with people." Sen. Bob Wickersham of Harrison said he was not aware of the incident but said he "would have to hope" it was not the result organizers intended.
"I can't imagine any circumstances under which it is appropriate as a form of protest or expression to destroy property or to harm others," he said. "I do not think that additional acts of violence will contribute to any reduction in future violence, nor do I think it serves as a salve for old wounds or injustices."

-Duggan

Many have never respected others nor the Buffalow.

Thanks a lot, Bear.
As the sun climbes over my spruces and pines,
enlightened by my friend, I stand.

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Bear,
what the fucking hell has been going on over there ? My eyes and my keyboard is overflowing with salt water reading this. I now fully understand why you hesitated sending over the details. This ain't exactly our everyday joke.
So I thought, having read "Bury my heart at Wounded Knee", that this harassment ended by the late 18hundreds when they shot Tatanka Yotanka dead in the office of some Washington deputee, at
the reservation.
Your story is completely new to me.
Holy shit, Bear. If I ever come to the socalled states, I'm on your side. In the name of mankind
I declare that this is totally unheard of.
We have a halfways similar situation up north in Scandinavia. The Samis, living beyond the arctic circle, consider themselves to be one nation, but Norway, Sweden, Finland and Russia'
are trying to integrate them into "our" states.
I will fight that kind of nothingness forever.
Thanks for the update on Russel Means. I will never forget.

Reading you loud and clear, Bear

First of all, I would like to wish everyone a wonderful Holiday, whatever your beliefs or disbeliefs,however you celebrate or don't. We had xmas dinner here in Fresno earlier tonight. (Liary, my dad did the stuffed shrimp thing again. delicious. this time, he added crab to scallops stuffing. They got your' card today, very cool, thank you.)

Enjoyed catching up on posts tonight, wish I had come on earlier. Had another great family poker game tonight(nickel, dime, quarter) Won two bucks.
three of us all won 2 bucks each.

Pelle, what happened to the American Native, is a blight on our history. Not amerikkkan history but the continued history of man's inhumanity to man.
It has never been different, never will be. People are the same world over. Only opportunities are different. I won't get into specifics except that a whole european nation not only allowed, but rationalized their participation, in the orderly extermination of millions of people.
And it is happenning all over the world right now.
Please don't mistake this for some sort of justification for what was done here. And I agree with you on a lot of your' points. Our government, the Nazi bastards, are gleefully doing the bidding of the world bankkk and powers that be. Believe me, we are all one peoiple on this earth, most times I'm not proud of it.
But there are places, like this wonderful site, and people, ditto, that do give me fleeting glimpses of hope for mankind, but they are all together too damn few and far apart.
Right now I have faith in my family, in my many good friends both old and new, and in the spirit of this site. So I guess I am blessed, whatever that means, and I am very grateful.
PEACE, Mark

Looks like all are asleep, guess I should be too.
Hope everyone has a grateful day.
PEACE, Mark

Since I haven't gone to bed yet, just realized today(24th) was my 6 mo. anniversary of finding this wonderful place. What a great day in my life that was. Thank you all!
PEACE, Mark

As to what I believe - I belive it all

Mark,
I'll go for that

Merry Christmas everybody
And hello to all the nite owls/ early birds.
Mark- Jeff- Pele- Jonathan.. Still awake?
I just came in from watching a great full moon setting and sunrise. Max the Cat and I hung at the corner of the gazebo for a long time, just watching the moon. What a grate way to start Christmas day!
I hope everybody has a good day- Kimberly and I get to spend this one at home. No driving, no big crowds of people, just us and Max. Looking forward to a quiet day.
Best Christmas wishes to all of you- my life has been considerably better thanks to this place and all of your support.
Mark- You still awake? Please say Hello and Merry Christmas to your pholks for us.
Walt

Feliz Navidad! I must send a warm message of thanks and love to all. You have all made this Holiday Season very enjoyable. This music is filling my heart.
I have received a Totem from the friend who sent me to this site of Bears Wind Chimes. In the Clan of the Cave Bear. The Bear is a very strong totem. My ancestry in America has Mohegan and other tribes in it that were from Penna. So I take my Woods beliefs and Totems very seriously. This totem hopefully will give strength to Frank and I in the New Year as I battle the dragon. And I believe with the bears, my own animals at my side with you phine friends the battle will be in our favor.
So to my phine phamily Have a Good Week. We are all going to win our battle but all warriors need time for themselves to relax, enjoy the moments, and build ourselves up for the next round.
May you all feel the positive energy we have for each other. I will share the Strength of the Totem everytime it dances in the air. The bears shall dance since all the music is playing and will continue throughout this and the New Year!

Merry Christmas to all our phriends here in zonerland. We got back in town yesterday afternoon from a good Holiday. Drove to La Friday morning and stayed in a golf condo at this place:

www.cypressbend.com

Got my Grandmother out of the nursing home and Lauree cooked Christmas dinner Friday night. Spent the day Saturday and then up to Shreveport to see some of Lauree's family and stop in at the casino for a bit.

Good trip but glad to get home yesterday. Maybe We'll be caught up on our rest by tomorrow.

Hope everyone had a great Holiday.

A wonderful Christmas spent with phriends and phamily, both far and wide. So good to chat with a good number of zoner pholks throughout the holidaze. Phone calls from all over the land coming in the past few days. I eagerly await our next huge heppers gathering when we can all get together for extended phamily phun. Come on with the March 2005 ABB Beacon tour dates!

I "found" a special treasure at the antique flea market this fall and squirreled it away for one of my sweeties Xmas gifts. It is a beautiful antique mahogony and intricate designed brass adorned jewelery chest with carved ivory panels on it's sides and doors. It looks like a minature wardrobe cabinet with velvet lined mahogony drawers inside. Exquisite brass and ivory work throughout the piece. A bit more research is in store to pinpoint it's origin. My guess is that it is chinese manufacture circa 1900's. A nice pair of emerald and diamond earrings were mysteriously found by her in the box.

Got some kewl gifts too.
GD Englishtown 1977 Dicks Picks #15. Picture of me inside on the booklet. I'm standing directly under Jerry lower stage behind the security fence. The picture must have been taken minutes after I placed the 3 foot ceramic hooka I designed and made as a gift to them on the stage at that memorable show. The hooka is also pictured placed at Jerry's feet on stage. Yes....I got to go backstage later. Good memories...great tunes.

A Team Phil Philzone T-shirt...#555.
A GD 1991 View from the Vault video.
A Gov't Mule Deepest End DVD CD collection.
A 2005 Grateful Dead calender.
Tons of love and hugs.....best gifts ever.