MNN. Dec. 24, 2016. Last week prime minister ‘Patsy” Trudeau announced his plans to decolonize Canada. He can’t because Canada has always been occupied by illegal invaders. Canada is a Mohawk word that designates a rotino’shonni settlement. The kaia’nere:kowa, great peace, signifies our tie to creation.
This week he threatens to assault us if we object to the corporation looting trillions of our resources. He approved oil pipelines to illegally criss-cross our land and communities.
Before the election Trudeau said only the onkwe’hon:weh, the original people, can grant permission on all projects. The UN resolution provides ‘free, prior and informed consent”, that nothing can happen without our say so from the people, not their corporate band/tribal system.
“HEY INDIAN, LISTEN TO ‘CNN’, NOT ‘MOHAWK NATION NEWS’ FOR THE REAL TRUTH!”
The corporation can’t prove ownership of our resources that he is selling. He says our veto means nothing! When our allies don’t stand with us to oppose unjlawful orders for unlawful aggression, they are complicit and will be the next victims.
At Standing Rock the military is carrying out treason, attempted murders and injuries by this war of aggression to put in the Dakota Access pipeline through Lakota land.
TRUDEAU: “HEY CHIEFS. GET OUTTA THAT CANOE AND JUMP ABOARD. HA-HA’.
The corpo band and tribal INDIAN tyrants are cooperating with the illegal rogue states of USA and Canada to implement the genocide and theft. They try to scare us into surrendering and demanding protection from their bosses.
We demand Trudeau and his corporate cohorts be arrested for threatening our lives, looting our property and resources. We are not anti-government terrorists [C-51]. We are protectors of our mother. The law enforcement is already trained as jackboot oppressors for the police state.
STANDING ROCK ARCHIE: “NOTHING WILL HAPPEN. GO HOME & CELEBRATE XMAS!”
Trudeau has picked a battle with the kaia’nere:kowa, the great peace, which is based on the real truth.
Deep Purple sings about fighting deception: “They burned down the gambling house. It died with an awful sound. Funky Claude was running in and out, Pulling kids out the ground, When it all was over. We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out. It seemed that we would lose the race. … We ended up at the Grand Hotel. It was empty, cold and bare. With a few red lights, a few old beds, We made a place to sweat. No matter what we get out of this I know, I know we’ll never forget, Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, Smoke on the water”.