Judge dismisses South Dakota and Nebraska tribes' lawsuit against Keystone Pipeline

No World Court yet for these problems eg. United Nations etc.

http://www.topix.com/forum/ca/halton-hills-on...

There appears to be No Federal Control on these projects Either

http://www.topix.com/forum/ca/halton-hills-on...

that effect local small minded City Hall Councils who have no Idea Outside Their Own local DownTown Business Area BIA Boxes

http://www.topix.com/forum/ca/halton-hills-on...

... The local federal Indian tribe is ready to sign away (y)our land ...

PART II: Around 2007 in Old Montreal an exhibition purported that the
Iroquois of the St. Lawrence Valley had disappeared, even though we live
across the river from there. We Mohawks are part of the Iroquois
confederacy. This was supposed to have happened after Cartier arrived
here in the 1500s.

This man we will call, �Suzie-the-Guy& #65533;, around 45 years old, asked us to
oppose the exhibit. He told us he was a Mohawk from Kanehsatake. He
was slight, well-dressed, always wearing black like a priest, with close
cropped hair and a tiny thin itty bitty braid that hung from his crown
to the middle of his back. Long hair would have completely changed his
look. He was secretive, pale, nervous and smoked like a chimney. He
said his mother was Mohawk and never mentioned his father. He did carry
an Indian Affairs Canadian government identity card.

Four of us went to the museum in Old Montreal, another man and a woman
from Kanehsatake. The museum staff got upset over our appearance and
questions. Their aspersion was that Mohawks had mysteriously
disappeared. Our assertion was that we had gone to pick blueberries.
In the end they refunded our money.

Suzie-the-Guy said he had worked for the Roman Catholic church and had
been laid off. He was challenging this. A hearing at the Holiday Inn
in Montreal�s China Town was coming up. He invited Notre Dam to his
hearing. He invited me to a follow up hearing. I still can�t figure
out why he was laid off. Eventually, he apparently lost the case.

During this time he was showing up at my house from 9 to 5 on week days
and making himself useful. He didn�t have a job. He had a steady
income. He never had a cell phone, never mentioned his family or
anything about himself. He liked to take off his shirt and walk around
in the sun tanning himself. �Was he trying to enhance his Indianness�?
I thought.

He would sit at my table, casually ask questions, drive me around or cut
the grass to make himself useful to me.

Eventually Notre Dam, Sherry, Suzie-the-Guy and myself started working
together on MNN stories. I would write the stories, Notre Dam would
look them over, Sherry would post them and Suzie-the-Guy would watch.


Then in the summer of 2007 another woman came on the scene. We�ll call
her �Radiant&#65533 ;. She lived in Sharbot Lake, a half hour drive north of
Kingston. A protest was going on there against uranium mining. She
wanted MNN to do a story on it. She found a lot of good information. I
wrote up a few and posted them.

Radiant came to visit me in 2008. She was a 56-year old, tall,
scrawny, toothless woman. She did not wear her teeth which gave her a
funny squished-in look. When she wore them, she was unrecognizable.
She was high strung and told us she suffered from environmentally
induced reactions, whatever that was? There were lots of places she
couldn�t go and foods she couldn�t eat. Surprisingly, she knew lots
about the Haudenosaunee. Eventually she became part of our enclave.

So gradually four strangers had come around me. On June 9th 2009,
Sherry, my daughter and I went to North Bay to attend the doctoral
honoring of one of my friends. We were closely followed for about half
the way by an Ontario Provincial Police cruiser. Sherry was driving and
seemed surprisingly unworried. We got there without incident, attended
the event and then drove back. We dropped Sherry off at her mother�s
home in Akwesasne.

A few days later on June 14th Suzie-the-Guy came over, which was unusual
because it was Saturday. I was getting calls from someone in Sharbot
Lake we�ll call �Space Cadet�. Radiant knew her. Space Cadet wanted
to talk about the Haudenosaunee land claim there. Another guy in
Toronto was urging us to go there. We decided to go.

Suzie-the-Guy agreed to come with me to pick up Sherry in Akwesasne. We
got there. The three of us drove through the US customs and over the
bridge to the Canadian port on Kawenoke, Cornwall Island.

At the checkpoint I got pulled over by the Canada Border Customs Agents.
We waited in the car for an hour without getting any explanation. Then
a squad of about a dozen armed, flak jacketed and gloved border guards
arrived. They surrounded my car. Suzie-the-Guy got out of the car, sat
on the bench in front of the car and silently watched. Nothing happened
to him.

The goons pulled Sherry out of the back seat, threw her to the ground,
gave her a going over and took her away. She suffered scrapes and
bruises, but not serious enough to get medical attention that I know of.

Then they told me to get out of my car. I asked for an explanation.
They yelled, �We don�t have to tell you anything. So get out.�

A freckled fat-faced commander standing near Suzie-the-Guy coordinated
the whole operation, getting instructions on a cell phone. Suddenly he
gave the order, �Take her out!� They roughed me and applied a stress
hold that induced a heart attack.

My brother was in the line up close to the checkpoint. He rushed in.
The goons quickly took off the cuffs and sat me down so my brother
wouldn�t see what they were up to. He yelled, �She�s having a heart
attack. Call an ambulance�. His quick action saved my life.

The attempt to murder me was unsuccessful. I landed in the Cornwall
Ontario hospital. Policemen were everywhere wanting to grab me. My
family placed guards around me. Eventually I returned to Kahnawake.
It took about 8 months to recover, but I have never been the same. My
question to Canada is: was the attack as good as the kill that failed?

I am so tired of the friggin Indians always getting their way. You got your free land, special tax deals and your casino's, now bugger off.

That's the weirdest drug-induced string of baloney I've ever heard. Incoherent. Go drink some more firewater. Go have some hot coffee, burgers and fries over at Herman Kemp's resort on Red Iron Lake, you faker.