Mob violence, not a pretty thing, but one of the AIM leaderships weapons of choice. Why run the risk when you can dupe others into doing your dirty work for you?
The advance “guard” in the takeover of WK2 wasn’t the “elders and traditional women” AIM loves to drone on about, it was children, followed later by “warriors”.
Admirable isn’t it?
They didn’t hide behind the proverbial mothers apron, they elected to substitute children.
Of course once the media was at hand it was show time, rhetoric, and theater.
Tepees erected they had to ask a white man how to construct, pipes everywhere serving as props. Feathers? Oh yeah, plenty of them as well, with a bumbling stumbling youthful “medicine man” in residence to insure the made for television event had the necessary elements to do well in the ratings .
The scent of sage mingled with pot hanging in the air – part of the offering, a new prayer composed by heretics seeking to defame and destroy the old, to replace tradition with the hypocrisy of AIM doctrine.
Fast forward a few decades and the only thing more tired and cliche than the props and theater are the actors themselves.
Norma Desmonds overly made up, still in costume awaiting their cue and living vicariously through the 8mm frames that run through their mind.
They were big, blood red carpet and first class, porters, chaffeurs and servants to cater to their every whim. Someone to coif their hair, prepare their meals, and do their laundry.
After all, such things are “women’s work” beneath the station of “warriors” such as these.
Ever see a single photo of one the “leadership” digging a foxhole, helping in the construction of defenses? Not even one of those staged “ground breaking” photos politicians are famous for?
Little wonder the huge increase in drug use, in gangs, in the rape and abuse of women and children following the formation of that “spiritually” based for profit organization known as AIM.
AIM is a GMO, something that would genetically modify the nations, autoclave and sterilize the recognition and need for what we have been and what we have believed.
We are numbers, products, assets if you will, with a value affixed to our heads to offer up in scams – fifty cents, a dollar or two multiplied by the number of us that exist and it adds up in the tale of woe they tell and the “leaderships” selfless efforts to address them.
The color of money doesn’t matter, nor where it comes from, it all spends, and like any business, eager to exploit foreign markets – send a few reps, dupe the rubes, cultivate sympathy, good intentions, and indignation.
Put on a show in those foreign venues, pass the pipe around, burn a little sage and cedar, pass out the sacred gift certificate of membership, adopt a person here and there, tell them they are a reverse apple, white outside but red inside where counts.
Then collect the donations, secure the pledges – promise to return after so many moons or snows as it’s important to use those anticipated “ndn” words, once the mark(s) have been identified they have to be played.
We as a people have endured everything thrown at us, there should be a degree of comfort in that knowledge, in knowing we have the ability to survive AIM and it’s fraudulent petty warlords in the true spirit of Crazy Horse and all the great leaders of every one of our nations if that is what we choose to do.