For Native American tribes, rivers ARE sacred. Native rights are ignored: But "think good thoughts"

2016-08-31T23:04:26+00:00

Protesters Swarm Pipeline Firm After Corps of Engineers Proves Native Americans Were Right Bismarck, ND Earlier this month, a few dozen Native Americans showed up to protest the $3.8 billion, 1,172-mile-long pipeline that would cross right through their sacred land. As word spread, however, the few dozen turned into more than 4,000 native Americans. Because of the large turnout, a brief victory ensued for the people after the developers of the four-state oil pipeline agreed to halt construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline until after a federal hearing. Before the hearing started, however, North Dakota homeland security director Greg Wilz ordered the removal of state-owned trailers and water tanks from the protest encampment, despite the sweltering heat, because of alleged disorderly conduct. In spite of the government clamping down on them, the protesters remained vigilant. And, on Friday, they saw another victory. The Army Corps of Engineers confirmed that Energy Transfer Partners, the company constructing the Dakota Access Pipeline, does not have a written easement from the agency to build on Corps property, just north of the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation. Thats true they dont have the easement thats required to install the segment thats across the Oahe project, said Larry Janis, Army Corps Of Engineers, according to KFYR. Read more at http://thefreethoughtproject.com/protesters-swarm-pipeline-firm-corps-engineers-prove-native-americans-right/#spoRmk7lHFK7X40V.99 https://img.washingtonpost.com/wp-apps/imrs.php?src= &w=1484 Sage Honga, 22, is photographed at the Grand Canyon, a place of great importance to her people, the Hualapai. Since winning the title of 1st attendant in the 2012 Miss Native American USA pageant, Honga has been encouraging Native youth to travel off the reservation to explore opportunities. Youth are encouraged to leave the reservations to get an education and then return to give back to the community. (Carlotta Cardana/The Red Road Project) The moment when SeeWalker, whose family is from Standing Rock Sioux Reservation, understood the true impact of what they were doing was when they met a woman in Jemez Pueblo in New Mexico. The woman invited Cardana and SeeWalker to her home for dinner after allowing Cardana to take her picture. As they were sharing stories, SeeWalker discovered the woman, like herself, came from a troubled past. Both had family members who had been incarcerated SeeWalker in both her extended and immediate family and it had deep repercussions in their lives. For an evening, they ate together, laughed together, cried together. At the end of the night, we burned some sweet grass, and this lady that we met played music for us on her flute. http://thefreethoughtproject.com/protesters-swarm-pipeline-firm-corps-engineers-prove-native-americans-right/

MineralMan

(146,284 posts)

1. They should be sacred to all of us. nt

Reply to Jeffersons Ghost (Original post)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 08:08 PM

Aug 2016

Jeffersons Ghost

(15,235 posts)

2. absolutely. only a few recommendations and even less replies, as usual

Reply to MineralMan (Reply #1)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 08:22 PM

Aug 2016

Jeffersons Ghost

(15,235 posts)

4. No respect for Native American rights? Say "Goodbye to a River" and listen to the song...

Reply to Jeffersons Ghost (Reply #2)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 09:48 PM

Aug 2016

Complete AMERICAN PIE oil-spill parody
Posted by Jeffersons Ghost in General Discussion (1/22-2007 thru 12/14/2010)
Fri May 14th 2010, 04:19 PM
Say goodbye to a river
A long, long time ago...
Can you still remember?
How fuel prices made you smile.
And our sea was pretty clean
A little blue, a little green
And, wild-life seemed happy for a while.

But Exxon/ Mobile gave us pause
With every spill they‘d break some laws.
Bad news on the beaches;
and water not fit for leaches.

I can’t remember if they lied
When I read about their deadly pride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day Alaska died.

So bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Did you write your congressman,
And did he make a better plan,
If Nebraska tells you so?
Did he mention gasohol
or Model Ts that didn’t stall,
And did he teach you how he lies real slow?

Well, I know that you?re in love with him
`cause I saw you voting in the gym.
You both made the news.
But now who‘s getting the screws.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a 454 in a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day gas price-wars died.

I started singin’
bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our ass
Because of the high price of gas,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When W sang for the king and queen,
his pal bin Ladin, made a scene
those jets, he claimed came from you and me,

Oh, and while the towers came tumbling’ down,
Bush stole oil all around
The court was never quite convened;
profits were obscene.
And while lemons were made in Detroit
China decided to exploit,
a quarter of the working class,
And we sat feebly on our ass
The day our economy died.

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Down deep near an underwater hill
BP had an oil spill and no one did a thing,
Eight miles deep and spewing fast.
As we all still sit on our ass.
Players sent their golf balls last,
With bin Ladin on the sidelines in a cast.

Now Beijing smells like turpentine
And BP won’t spend one thin dime
We’ll all get up to yell,
till BP tells us go to Hell!
`cause Tiger wants to leave the news;
Not Woods, it’s Exxons' tiger blues
Do you recall what was revealed
The day of the oil crime?

We forgot gasohol,
and started signin‘.

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Oh, and we‘re headin‘ for a place,
with greenhouse Hell from outer space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: BP be nimble, BP be quick!
Cause’ we’re all getting sick
of BP‘s lying trend.
BP is Exxons’ only friend

Oh, as I watched Trump on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No more stupid Tiger news
Could break our oil-lusting views
And as oil spews out into the seas
Birds aren‘t where they want to be,
I saw Dubai buying our trees
The day the tourist season died

Dubia’s singing,
"bye-bye, miss American Pie."
Drove your chevy to our levee,
But the levee was dry.
We good old boys are thinking’ you gotta be high
And singin‘, "this?ll be the day that you die.
"this’ll be the day that infidels die."

I met a girl who wore dress blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just died and burned away.
I went down to Afghanistan
What just happened in Pakistan?
Did the man there said bin Ladin couldn‘t stay?

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The mothers cried and big-business reamed.
But not a word was written;
The writers were all smitten.
And the three folks I admire most:
You, me and Jeffersons Ghost,
Let's cancel train tickets for the coast
The day the US died.

bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

G_j

(40,366 posts)

7. +1000

Reply to MineralMan (Reply #1)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 10:20 PM

Aug 2016

pansypoo53219

(20,969 posts)

3. only money is sacred to white men.

Reply to Jeffersons Ghost (Original post)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 09:41 PM

Aug 2016

madokie

(51,076 posts)

5. And that is at the root of our Problem

Reply to pansypoo53219 (Reply #3)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 09:55 PM

Aug 2016

Jeffersons Ghost

(15,235 posts)

6. Listwn to ALL the Don Henley songs here, please...

Reply to madokie (Reply #5)

Wed Aug 31, 2016, 10:19 PM

Aug 2016

Complete AMERICAN PIE oil-spill parody
Posted by Jeffersons Ghost in General Discussion (1/22-2007 thru 12/14/2010)
Fri May 14th 2010, 04:19 PM
Say goodbye to a river
A long, long time ago...
Can you still remember?
How fuel prices made you smile.
And our sea was pretty clean
A little blue, a little green
And, wild-life seemed happy for a while.

But Exxon/ Mobile gave us pause
With every spill they‘d break some laws.
Bad news on the beaches;
and water not fit for leaches.

I can’t remember if they lied
When I read about their deadly pride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day Alaska died.

So bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Did you write your congressman,
And did he make a better plan,
If Nebraska tells you so?
Did he mention gasohol
or Model Ts that didn’t stall,
And did he teach you how he lies real slow?

Well, I know that you?re in love with him
`cause I saw you voting in the gym.
You both made the news.
But now who‘s getting the screws.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a 454 in a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day gas price-wars died.

I started singin’
bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our ass
Because of the high price of gas,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When W sang for the king and queen,
his pal bin Ladin, made a scene
those jets, he claimed came from you and me,

Oh, and while the towers came tumbling’ down,
Bush stole oil all around
The court was never quite convened;
profits were obscene.
And while lemons were made in Detroit
China decided to exploit,
a quarter of the working class,
And we sat feebly on our ass
The day our economy died.

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Down deep near an underwater hill
BP had an oil spill and no one did a thing,
Eight miles deep and spewing fast.
As we all still sit on our ass.
Players sent their golf balls last,
With bin Ladin on the sidelines in a cast.

Now Beijing smells like turpentine
And BP won’t spend one thin dime
We’ll all get up to yell,
till BP tells us go to Hell!
`cause Tiger wants to leave the news;
Not Woods, it’s Exxons' tiger blues
Do you recall what was revealed
The day of the oil crime?

We forgot gasohol,
and started signin‘.

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Oh, and we‘re headin‘ for a place,
with greenhouse Hell from outer space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: BP be nimble, BP be quick!
Cause’ we’re all getting sick
of BP‘s lying trend.
BP is Exxons’ only friend

Oh, as I watched Trump on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No more stupid Tiger news
Could break our oil-lusting views
And as oil spews out into the seas
Birds aren‘t where they want to be,
I saw Dubai buying our trees
The day the tourist season died

Dubia’s singing,
"bye-bye, miss American Pie."
Drove your chevy to our levee,
But the levee was dry.
We good old boys are thinking’ you gotta be high
And singin‘, "this?ll be the day that you die.
"this’ll be the day that infidels die."

I met a girl who wore dress blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just died and burned away.
I went down to Afghanistan
What just happened in Pakistan?
Did the man there said bin Ladin couldn‘t stay?

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The mothers cried and big-business reamed.
But not a word was written;
The writers were all smitten.
And the three folks I admire most:
You, me and Jeffersons Ghost,
Let's cancel train tickets for the coast
The day the US died.

bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."