The best thing i ever saw on tv was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a
bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking
(stuck) pig. but this song's no
Ut some romantic account of history. it's not about martyrs or mythos or heroes or
burnings-in-effigy. it's about a native kid flipping her lid just trying to keep
some self-respect intact. it's
T an oka the size of a fist in resistance and a will to fight back... and the girls
at work, they still deny their racism. they claim tolerance for all. but it seems
the degree of (only) racial
Is their gauge (and it defines tolerance as hate). and there's 27 million
"girls-at-work" here. imagine fighting that for 500 years. and golly-gee!
how valient! how the white oppresso
Es allowance for calculated gestures of insurgence (all tightly tethered to their
purses/purpose). oka had this orchestra(tion) aborted. oka fucked their rules to
choose a future self-determined
I, for one, support it... ...and the sm
Artest thing i think i ever said: "if a kevin kostner kavalry is your means to
their end, then the struggle is dead". why do we pretend that our approval is
upon what they depend?

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