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Published On: 5/5/2007
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Hi my names davidROULEAU i ride for plush, I enjoy, oil rigs and the wetaskiwin skate park, drunk indians, and white ave.  andy crap gave me the pass word so i could come on here and put up some photos. well i don't have any shred photos scanned or whateves yet so i'll put up some random photars i shot over the summer. thanks! enjoy. and
click here to loose your f*cking mind, manh.


Published On: 10/28/2006
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By: findurownb08


Source Information: http://www.indigenouspeople.net/cherokee.htm

 

The Tsalagi (Cherokee) are a nation of North American Indians that formerly inhabited the mountainous region of the western Carolinas, northern Georgia, and eastern Tennessee. An Iroquoian-speaking people, they originally lived near the Great Lakes they migrated to the Southeast, eventually becoming the largest and most powerful group in that region. Their traditional culture included maize agriculture, settled villages, and well-developed ceremonialism. In 1827 the Tsalagi (Cherokee) established a constitutional form of government.

The first explorers of the Southeast discovered the most talented Indians north of Mexico. Builders, agriculturists, artisans, fishermen, and hunters epitomized especially the Tsalagi (Cherokees)' varied skills. Knowledgeable in herb culture, they developed useful medicines from them that are still used today. They also developed environmental concepts about ecological thought and survival. We are blessed by the legacies of Tsalagi (Cherokee) oral traditions, providing ethnologists with opportunities for cultural interpretations: legends about man, animals, supernatural deities, witches, and other evil influences. Their most famous leader, Sequoya, believing literacy provided power to the white man, alone developed the Tsalagi (Cherokee) alphabet (c.1820), and became immortalized when his name was given to Sequoia National Park in California.

A series of fraudulent, land-acquiring treaties were imposed on the Tsalagi (Cherokee) in the 1830s. The Treaty of New Echota (1835), in which a small tribal faction sold 2.83 million ha (7 million acres) of Tsalagi (Cherokee) land, required their removal westward within 3 years. The vast majority of the Tsalagi (Cherokee) Nation repudiated this document, but under Gen. Winfield SCOTT, most remaining Tsalagi (Cherokee) were driven from their land and forcibly marched to Arkansas and Indian Territory (now Oklahoma) in 1838-39. About 4,000 of the more than 15,000 Tsalagi (Cherokee) who made the journey died of disease and exposure.

In Indian Territory, they joined the CHICKASAW, CHOCTAW, CREEK, and SEMINOLE to form the so-called FIVE CIVILIZED TRIBES. Tribal lands were lost in the 1860s, after the Five Tribes sided with the South during the Civil War, and again in the early 1880s, when the federal government abolished tribal ownership of lands. When Indian Territory became the state of Oklahoma in 1907, all tribal lands were opened for white settlement.

In the 1980s, 43,000 persons of Tsalagi (Cherokee) descent lived in eastern Oklahoma; about 15,000 of these are considered full-blooded. The Tsalagi (Cherokee) who avoided the forced removal of 1838 escaped into the Great Smoky Mountains and resettled in North Carolina, where they formed a tribal corporation in 1889. Tsalagi (Cherokee) on or near the reservation in North Carolina numbered 6,110 in 1987.

 



Published On: 8/29/2006
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Ok so tonight i was going to see pirates of the carribean with sean and rob. On our way there we were smoking some weed out of a bowl, and we were following this boat in fron of us getting towed by some car for like 3 miles. so we come up to this intersection and as we start to stop we go around a slight curve, and we realize the car in front of us is a sherrif and hes the one thats been pulling the boat!! Sean and i are like oh f*ck rob put the bowl down..... the cop turns right, we crank it left and haul ass away from him.
 
So we head down to fulton, one of the more major roads in the area, and were smoking again and about a quarter mile ahead of us we spot another sherrif turning around in some business driveway, were like oh he must be after someone for speeding, and he crosses the merridian, and as we go by he pulls out behind us and starts to follow us. The three of us are like shi*t and we turn off on some road to let the cop go by. We take some back roads and we come back out to fulton, smoking again, and as we come around the corner the sherrif is there waiting for us, right as sean is hitting the bowl. We take off down fulton and he starts tailing us again, and we get up towards the firestation, and take off down another side road again to see if he follows.
 
He does, so we head down that road a little ways and he eventually turns his lights on and pulls sean over. Sean and i quick hide everything out of plain sight, because in michigan law says if its not in plain sight the cops cant search the car, so we hide everything and sean gets out all his info before we get puled over so we dont have to open anything up. The cop comes over and takes seans info, telling us that seans window tint is illegal. Sean plays dumb and the cop walks back to his cruiser. He comes back a minute later and takes my ID and robs ID too, and asks if we have any dope in the car. Seans like no we have nothing..... on second thought i do have a few un opened beers in here, so the cop takes a look at that stuff, but theres nothing illegal about it, so he lets it go, and asks about us having weed again. sean denies, and the cop says im lenient but i ont like being lied to.... so sean gave ina nd said he had maybe an eighth, when really we had maybe a half ounce.
 
So the cop takes sean out of the car and takes him back to the cruiser, and starts patting him down, puts him in the back of the cruiser, and starts interrogating him. Comes back about 10 minutes later, by this time robs crying in the backseat thinking his career is over and were going to get arrested. I'm like fack this sucks, and tells us to get out of the car. rob and i get out and the cop starts searching seans car.
 
Now seans car is a goldmine for any cop looking to get some punks into trouble. he had a fully packed bowl hiddenin there, a 5 inch illegal boot knife in the glove box, a bat, metal edged knunchucks, knives, lighters, rolling papers, etc, and the cop only found a few things, like a bat, lighters, rolling papers, and a couple other things. Nothing serious.
 
So the cop takes sean out of the cruiser, lines us all up, and asks us why he should think were all good guys. we start explaining our records and whatnot, so he gives the bag of weed back to sean, which sean and i thought he was like seriously giving the weed back to us, but then he says what are you guys going to do with this stuff? so we dump it out and he tells us to spread it out so he cant see anything, so we start kicking the grass all around and he tells us we all looked like a bunch of dancing indians.
 
The cop then lines us up again and tells us if were going to smoke, at least dont drive with it and smoke i while driving. do what we want at egypt valley(where sean and i work) or whatever, but not in the car, and then he let us go with warnings and we went to our movie.
 
 Afterwards we drove home and smoked again once we got on backroads. Total morons, i know.


Published On: 7/10/2006
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o my god school f*cking sux ass i am going out of my minde i have to reerch about f*cking indian reservations. and all this gay ass shi*t that i dont give a f*ck about. and ahhhhh for the past seven years i' bin learning about this shi*t for like seven f*cking years. and thats all we learn cause every ones all o the wyoming hick ass loosers need to have this knowledge even though it is boring shi*t that they will never need later on in life. f*cking seriusally the only history they teach us is wyoming history and the cowboys and indians and the teach us the same stuff over and over again when we could be learning other more inportant stuff whil instead we are repeating things that we learned in like the f*cking fourth grade so all we know is about the indians while other people other places are learning the important stuff that they will actually use later on in life and that is why wyoming is the stupidest state in the world

Published On: 3/27/2006
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   My good friend approached me after having watched Everybody Loves Raymond with an opinion which troubled her. (It's curious and exciting when somebody gains something profound from a sitcom, huh?) She said passionately "It's sad. Everybody in this world covers themselves up."
   I don't know what prompted or lead up to this conclusion in the 30 minutes of sitcom that evening, but she was certainly upset about the values which were being communicated (namely the female image in this individual case) by popular society. She was opting for was a sort of all-out individuality in hopes that it would save us from dangerous self-imposed standards. But, is the standard of image or perfection in society required to produce our civilised environment? And what is applicable beauty, and are we chasing it?

   The ethics-imperative to establishing a society- are in my opinion an example of effective standards. Ethics can be considered nonsensical, and therefore must be developed and honed to meet a standard. Nietzsche has a logical role for the development in creating ethics.
   If you have read Lord of the Flies, you will remember how it reveals the beast at the core of each of us, and civility is the only chain which keeps it bound to it's post. Remembering this it would seem that humanity's core character is an incurable disease. However, we DO have civility... and her standards are what we use to fight the symptoms of the disease. Really, it makes no difference whether a character genuinely expresses itself, or whether it's instinctive expressions are kept back. A murderer may have the disposition to kill in his/her mind, but until it is expressed or acted upon, it may not really hold any significant value. Therefore, where should the institution such as education, or popular institution have any use? This is where the establishment of standard is useful.
   The unchangeable root character is influenced by it's environment and education-here being our society around us. Society influences our expressions.
   
Nietzcshe says that popular ethics "wants to suppress bad expressions...for the sake of general welfare". This is no longer the individuality my friend was looking for..now we've covered ourselves up. And this is obvious as "general welfare" may not even be truth; for truth demands that it be declared, even if truth is ugly or unethical. Society is what you have sitting at the bottom of the sieve in the end..the ugly and the distasteful to standard have been covered and thrown out. Today's standards each have their own cause...but they may all be the symptoms of an overactive ambition. Self-doubt is that which preserves ambition...for there would exist no goals otherwise. In logic, being the top 5% in the world, why on earth do we participate in the rat-race which we do?

   Beauty is a scathing example, for it really is borne in the eye of the beholder. So what are we chasing so passionately? Beauty is pure...as said it's a moment of contemplation, of enjoyment detached from desire or action, and clear, without the articulations of analysis or the demonstrations of reason upon it. And for these precise reasons, it enjoys unrivalled freedom in form and diversity. Montaigne reveals this perfectly in showing that "Indians paint it [beauty] black and tawny, with great swollen lips, big flat noses, and load the cartilage betwixt the nostrils with great rings of gold to make it hang down to the mouth...In Peru, the greatest ears are the most beautiful, and they stretch them as far as they can by art...There are, elsewhere, nation that take great care to blacken their teeth, and hate to see them white;elsewhere, people that paint them red...The Italians fashion beauty gross and massive; the Spaniards, gaunt and slender; among us one makes it white, another brown;one soft and delicate, another strong and vigorous.." We see the uncertain ground upon which we have build our own image. And here is where individuality is appreciated and is tasteful. Most unfaltering is the keen and beautiful mind, which demands the highest respect. Much more than driving our understandings into false values and restrictive idols. It's simply a question of humanity. Truth and goodness show the way. A sense of humanism is a fine embrace which cultivates understanding and above all, a sort of appreciation which is not as grand as to worship. And that's the line as it should be.

Published On: 11/28/2005
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