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Activist Times Inc. Issue 116
William Jefferson Clinton will tell us this Tuesday Night that
the air-war over Iraq has officially begun. He has until Feb 28,
(the beginning of Ramadan) to finish MOP-UP!!!
Do you believe for a minute he is considering anything besides
a full-scale nuclear attack??? How would N-E thing else be
possible in so few weeks?!?
IN THE NAME OF GOD I CHARGE YOU. STOP YOUR GOVERNMENT AT ONCE.
ATI. Rejecting COOKIES since 1998.
Hello, and welcome to Aggravated Tri-lateralist, Iglou.
Issue 116 I believe but who's counting?
Sunday, 2-15-98. 10:09pm.
Prime here with another editorial in a box.
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CALENDULARIA by Prime Anarchist Productions.
2-18-1883 Nikos Kazantzakis born
2-21-1903 Anais Nin, b
2-26-1964 Prime Anarchist h. (hatched)
2-27-1902 John Steinbeck, b.
Here's a poem submission by the Floridian.
Celluloid and Cellophane.
A poesie about Disney World and Tupperware, corp.
Movies and munchies
Archive your footage and store your food.
Colorize film and co ordinate your cabinets.
A finished product is "in the can."
Stowing away in the fridge is "cooling."
Pollution, acid rain, chopping trees.
Filling in swamp after swamp.
Bring in more, more more.
Movies, munchies more more more.
What's in store?
What are we here for?
Consume, consume. Plastic.
That's what we're here for;
Plastic - fantastic.
Foodstuff and films. Movies & munchies.
Celuloid and cellophane.
Eat a fresh asparagus spear.
See, hear, feel live jazz.
In season.
Now.
Ain't no plastic about it.
Cook with olive oil --
Pam can kiss your ass.
Let's open a Walmart in Disney
and SELL RUBBERMAID TOOLBOXES.
(ed note: thank you floridian. I'll callback with this:
A poem I wrote in '96 titled: TO MM
A boy wolf sits gnawing his arm
Urgently - chooses to chew his wrist
Rather than the rope he's attached by.
SACRIFICE -
The arm-and-leg of life.
It will cost him a right hand.
The one that will forever
Cling to a bomb.
He will live without
The bomb may not
If only we
can
all sever
from the violence
that is
us.
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LETTER:
Hey! I REALLY liked your review.
It was funny and honest.
Thanks for the bit of culture.
-NIK-
INFINITE ONION INTERVIEWS PRIME ANARCHIST. 1992.
(part III. continued from last issue)
IO: Where were you when the riots started?
When the LA Fiasco began I was in some town west of Oklahoma
City watching some mayor name their main street Garth Brooks
Avenue. He took the sign down that said 23rd ST. and put up
a big green and white plaque that said Garth Brooks Ave. Turns
out it's his hometown where he learned how to ride a bike.
Probably last year.
By the time 14 were dead in the riots I was in Tulsa at
some new-age healing spa called PATH. 3 days. If I
remember, Hitler's birthday was shortly after the riots I
was thinking about Colo Spgs' Acacia Park and the
three or four times I've been beaten up by Colo Spgs
police. One of the times where the DEA were involved
still has me so traumatized (eight months later!)
that I can't be inside anywhere and look at a door. I have to
look everywhere else or I see guerilla looking cops in Timberline
combat boots busting the door off the hinges, stepping on my
head and pointing streetsweepers, AK's and 10 mils at my face. I
usually "come to" when they're shouting "get your head down, get
your fucking head down!" Then I realize I'm in a plain old room
fairly safe. That really sucks while in a sweatlodge ceremony
or an after-vision-quest ceremony. They come in looking for Peyote.
We don't have any but still to jail we go for 5 hours and have
to walk back home. Does this kind of trauma have to happen to
EVERY US CITIZEN before you all wake up and realize this is
fascism revisited??? Economic slavery? A police state? Look at
your big old rectangular door and tell me if you feel safe. If
you're on Turtle Island anywhere the ground you're on is owned
"on paper" by the army corps of engineers. It's truly owned by
God and the people He put in charge of it got slaughtered by
smallpox, Amtrack, turkey shoots, lynchings, scalpings,
relocation policies, BIA boarding schools and Crazy Horse Malt
Liquor Beer.
If you feel the least bit uneasy, please take back your life
and help me stop this madness. We need to find some nonviolent
way to take over this country. Because the only other thing I
see is violent bloody overthrow and as much as I personally
would enjoy watching that... it wouldn't be good for all of us.
And it's certainly not good for my mother... the earth.
(continued next issue. Part IV. ends it. Get the last 4
paragraphs wherever Gleam Toothpaste and Burma Shave is
sold.)
AND ON THE LIGHTER SIDE:
A PACKER HACKER POEM BY greenbay prime.
Entitled: Packer Backer Meets Hardware Hacker
Laptop - sports fan.
Dial your match. go team
A fast modem... cheezeheads sold out...
Battery pack takes no charge
pack takes the field.
Graphics, text... the green and the gold.
Clock speed isn't everything, it's the only thing.
Vince lombardi did NOT say that.
Sound card, wav file - the wave, crowd cheers
Surge protector, a spike suppressed.
Touchdown... no spiking,,, he jumps
into the stands.
640K? 720? How 'bout a meg
50 yard line, 2nd and 10 -
torn cartilege or broken leg???
Error checking, line noise
fumble, intercepted.
Password encryption.
10, 27, heidi ho, hike.
DOWN AND OUT IN MR. PEABODY'S COALTRAIN
by the arch chorus pondent
The following was sent in by Jon Norstog
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Mr. Alvin Clinton has passed away
During the Rapporteur's visit, I ran into Grace Smith who
told me that Alvin Clinton had passed away at his home on Feb. 1.
He was to have given testimony on the desecration of Star
Mountain, among other issues.
The family asked to be allowed to bury him near his home.
There was no response for a couple days, then a denial.
As a result the funeral was held in Winslow on Thursday, at the
Catholic Church and cemetery. The family was devastated,
both by the loss of their husband/father/grandfather, and more
by having to bury him outside Dine' Bikeya, across the
river. It was a very ugly thing for them to have to face
at that time.
I knew Mr. Clinton about 10 years. No one who knew him will
ever forget that man. He was a man who defended his country in
World War II, then spent the rest of his life defending
his land and religion, and the Dine' people. Elmer Clark, his
chay, compared him to Manuelito, Ganado Mucho and Barboncito,
and that's how he'll be remembered, I think. His life showed
that if you stand up for what you believe you will pay a heavy
price, but all the same, it can be done. In the end, I think
that what he was fighting for will be accomplished.
Mr. Clinton was also a philosopher or theologian.
He didn't just memorize the ceremonies. He was always thinking
about traditional religion, the stories and elements of it,
building on it. The Dine' religion was a working system of
thought for him, one he used to come up with ideas and thoughts
that have never been said or heard on earth before. He was like
Moses that way. Some of us were also reminded how Moses led the
Children of Israel through the wilderness for forty years, but
was not allowed to pass with them into the land of milk &
honey. The spirit of Moses lives in the promise of the Moshiach,
so I think Mr. Clinton's spirit will live in the struggle which continues.
After the service we all went out to the Clintons' place at Teesto.
The whole community showed up, people I haven't seen in one place
together in over a year. President Hale sent a representative, who gave
the family a memorial letter. The weather was good enough to eat
outside, although you could smell ice in the wind that came up in the
afternoon.
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I sat with Phoebe Nez to eat at the Clintons. She said she was
relocating, not to "New Lands" but across the fence into the NPL.
"We're just tired of the rangers coming around all the time,"
she said.
The Dine' Bikeya Committee at Teesto has a new president.
Sam Keyonnie, Judy Keyonnie's brother, is back on the land and
is willing to be a community leader. The Teesto Community has
always been on its own, without the strong support group
presence found at Big Mountain. For this reason, Teesto
has always had strong leaders and has been able usually to
make its own decisions as a community. Unfortunately the
government's tactics in getting people to sign the
"Accommodation Agreement" caused a lot of division in the
community and as a result the Dine' Bikeya Committee
splintered for a while. The dinner at the Clinton's home
showed, I think, that the community was ready to get back together.
At Red Willow I learned that the Benally family had also been
denied permission to bury Alice Benally in the area where her prayers
were. She was buried in the NPL, in an area where she had relatives.
This is the first anyone had heard that there had been a denial of
permission for a traditional burial. This is a serious matter.
Congress instructed the parties to the P.L. 104-301 settlement
that it expected this issue to be resolved. Apparently the
resolution is that no traditional burial will be permitted.
The US, which engineered the "settlement" and is
responsible for most of its terms, can not really deny
responsibility for this violation of the Dine'
right to free expression of their traditional religion.
jn
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th-th-th-tha's all f-f-f-folks.
prime outa hear
...wait.
there's more...
If'n U'd Lemme Have Hemp Blues. by marco
Chords: E, A, Gb, B7
O Oh no!
R Yet
I Another
G Prime
I Anarchist
N Public
A Domain
L Song.
S ?
O ?
N ?
G !
Got 360 acres
Can get me a lotta corn
Japan demandin so much soybeans
My Reebox're gettin' worn.
Makin me fertilize with Pfizer's gotten me so worn out
Doubt we can last another year if we get another 1 of drought.
But I prayed to Creator 4 vision 'n here's what he had 2 say
Son I can get you all U need -n- plentya room for that hay.
(ch) Cause I got 60 acres for corn
'n 60'll gimme soy
'nother 60 I oughta just keep empty, empty, empty
Well 60 more's for wheat.
'n 60'll give ya beans 'n' stuff.
Well I believe that leaves 60 more for
hemp hemp hemp hempty whoa oh.
Got a man in a 3-piece suit now tell me what I oughta do
Oughta sell it off to him now says he'd like him a farm or 2.
Says he can turn him a profit. Knows how the market runs.
Well what good's a dude in a 3-piece suit where there ain't no
drugz & gunz.
So I got down on my knees now n I began to pray
From way down wavin' by the wheatfiled,
This 'what the good Lord say.
(ch)
Some say agrabusiness is the way this land oughta go
But I asked my old Indian uncle he said no that just ain't so
Told me credit didn't buy ya nothin that didn't come in a can.
Said go pick what's in season, it's all in the master plan.
You do your farm your own way, n pray every chance you get.
Thank the sun and the rain now, and you'll have the best crop yet...
(spoken:) Oh, and he said, "pfuck pfizer, too."
