A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, in my heart he put other and different desires. Each man is good in his sight. It is not necessary for Eagles to be Crows. We are poor..but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die...we die defending our rights.
The Great Spirit is in all things, he is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us, that which we put into the ground she returns to us.
We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can't speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.
When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.
I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love.
Brother, you say there is but one way to worship and serve the Great Spirit. If there is but one religion, why do you white people differ so much about it? Why not all agreed, as you can all read the Book?
Our land is everything to us... I will tell you one of the things we remember on our land. We remember that our grandfathers paid for it - with their lives.
You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.You ask me to dig for stones! Shall I dig under her skin for bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again.You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it and be rich like white men, but how dare I cut my mother's hair?I want my people to stay with me here. All the dead men will come to life again. Their spirits will come to their bodies again. We must wait here in the homes of our fathers and be ready to meet them in the bosom of our mother.
You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.
You ask me to dig for stones! Shall I dig under her skin for bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again.
You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it and be rich like white men, but how dare I cut my mother's hair?
I want my people to stay with me here. All the dead men will come to life again. Their spirits will come to their bodies again. We must wait here in the homes of our fathers and be ready to meet them in the bosom of our mother.
I will follow the white man's trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to his burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways, then I will prepare the way for my children, and their children. The Great Spirit has shown me - a day will come when they will outrun the white man in his own shoes.
A very great vision is needed and the man who has it must follow it as the eagle seeks the deepest blue of the sky.
I am tired of fighting...from where the sun now stands, I will fight no more.
you are wise beyond your years, Squatting Walrus.
>>33575yes, young black bear. come, we smokem peace pipe and listen to this j-trance tape i just made in my mom's basement on the reserve.
>>33575
yes, young black bear. come, we smokem peace pipe and listen to this j-trance tape i just made in my mom's basement on the reserve.
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In before smallpox blanket
>>33588
obligatory
of course the most retarded thread is posted by bpsgood job faggot
of course the most retarded thread is posted by bps
good job faggot
right tehre
all things are sacred to mother earth.
bump
>>34645
>>33558>A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.>bundle of twigs>Faggot, n. a bundle of sticks or branches
>>33558
>A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.>bundle of twigs
>Faggot, n. a bundle of sticks or branches
>>34648that's the joke
is that a man injun or a woman injuni know it doesn't actually matter because nobody will ever touch it but these things are important academically
is that a man injun or a woman injun
i know it doesn't actually matter because nobody will ever touch it but these things are important academically
itt patware is soft on thread necromancy
itt earthen is hard on patwareand elsewhere
itt earthen is hard on patware
and elsewhere
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>>34660normally it infuriates me but that nebulously gendered injun fascinates me
>>34660
normally it infuriates me but that nebulously gendered injun fascinates me
Requesting permasage.
/r/ permathis
at least now we know why you are angry at everything bps
Okay. The bumping, whatever, go ahead. But why? Why the constant bumping?
I think there's a maximum number of times a thread can be bumped.So, bump away.
I think there's a maximum number of times a thread can be bumped.
So, bump away.
if you bump a thread enough it gets permasaged right?
>>35226
- wakaba 3.0.7 + futaba + futallaby -