Sometimes it’s more than just L.L.P. It’s also about an E. So, it’s been a mad long time since I’ve posted, and that’s lame. My consistency game is pretty weak. But I had a conversation last night with a friend at work and I thought you guys would want to be part of the discussion!
Since I was a kid I thought Native-American culture was pretty dang rad. I enjoyed the idea of living off the land, being in touch with Mother Earth, tribal garb, and being skilled at stealth. [Call that stereotyping, but I was a kid. Baby steps.] Boy Scouts helped me appreciate American-Indian culture more, since Scouts,
I came across a song with the lyrics “Heard talk of a country that valued its freedom, but when I protested, I was arrested and beaten.” It reminds me of the photographs I’ve seen from the Civil Rights era, with protesters marred with black eyes and broken noses. The textbooks I saw them in, and