![](\"http:\/\/www.greatsociety.org\/uploads\/userfiles\/3\/dogs.jpg\")
<\/p>\nCleaning out three gigs worth of emails is a real trip down memory lane.<\/p>\n
Here I am with a beard.\u00a0 And a dog.\u00a0 In a bathrobe, at Christmas.\u00a0 And my aunt smirking in the background (drunk):<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This article made it onto the GS front page…two versions ago, I think.\u00a0 GS has been around since 2001, in one form or another, and there are plenty of articles that have been lost in the shuffle.<\/p>\n
This is from 2004, and I ran a brief series of articles writing as “John Thomas Two-Fist.”\u00a0 They were purely vodka fueled.<\/p>\n
The Word for Earth is Earth<\/p>\n
My name is John Thomas Twofist.\u00a0 Many of you read my last article and wrote that I was insulting.\u00a0 The truth is, I am half Cherokee, half Irish and half Polish and only those who speak from a place of white privilege are insulted.\u00a0 It is this false \u201cpolitical correctness\u201d that has polluted the mind of the Anglo and made him into a pandering, fork-tongued devil.<\/p>\n
When I lived in Encino with my treacherous sister, I realized many things.\u00a0 One was the True Blood that filled my body.\u00a0 The Cherokee blood.\u00a0 I set out to learn our Language and now wish to tell you the most magical of Cherokee words.\u00a0 The word for Earth.\u00a0 Unfortunately, I was not allowed to use the correct font so I cannot write this word.\u00a0 It sounds like \u201celohi\u201d and it is written with a sort of squiggly capital R, followed by a G and then a symbol that doesn\u2019t look like anything, really.\u00a0 That is the word for Earth.<\/p>\n
My people have a legend.\u00a0 In the legend, the great Mother Spirit, who built the earth from her lungs, selects a young brave to be her spokesperson.\u00a0 The brave is the weakest boy in the tribe, and many of the tribe mock him.\u00a0 When he returns and speaks for the Mother Spirit, no one heeds him.\u00a0 The Mother Spirit told him to say that a Great Wind was coming.\u00a0 My people believe that a Great Wind comes once a generation and sweeps away the souls of the dead.\u00a0 If you are not cautious, you may become trapped in the Great Wind and vanish forever.\u00a0 The Brave, whose name was Running Deer, which sounds like \u201catsvsti\u00a0 awi,\u201d was forced to the Supper Tent by the elders where he was told to be silent about the Mother Spirit and prepare the meal for the tribe.\u00a0 It is customary for the tribe to eat together and bond, a practice forbidden by the Anglo.\u00a0 Then a squaw, whose name was Crippled Horse, or \u201cUyotsvhi\u00a0 soquili,\u201d came to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe in your words,\u201d Crippled Horse said to him.\u00a0 Her mouth was large, and her face had a scarred lip.\u00a0 She was not beautiful, but Running Deer looked in her eyes and saw something he recognized.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am glad you believe,\u201d Running Deer said to Crippled Horse.<\/p>\n
Crippled Horse lifted her dress and lay for Running Deer.\u00a0 He pushed apart her legs and moved down to be on top of her, undoing his breeches.\u00a0 This sexual position was adopted by the Anglos, not the other way around like they claim in the White Privilege history texts.<\/p>\n
When Running Deer entered Crippled Horse, Crippled Horse said, \u201cLet the Mother Spirit enter me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Running Deer then became the Mother Spirit and he felt a great pressure on his penis.\u00a0 As Mother Spirit and Crippled Horse bonded, Running Deer realized what had happened and tried to rip himself from Crippled Horse, but her sex closed upon him and tore his penis away.<\/p>\n
Crippled horse then stood, letting her dress fall back down, and she said to Running Deer, \u201cYou were not yet ready for the Mother Spirit.\u201d<\/p>\n
When the elders found Running Deer, he had died from bleeding to death.\u00a0 Crippled Horse was nowhere to be found and, within one sun \u2013 what we call a day \u2013 no one remembered Crippled Horse.\u00a0 Then the Great Wind came and many were taken for they heeded not the warnings of the Mother Spirit.<\/p>\n
In Cherokee tradition, the Earth, or Mother Spirit, is a living creature.\u00a0 The oceans and rivers are like blood, the sky like eyes and the tree roots like feet.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It is the Anglo who does not heed the Mother Spirit\u2019s warning and, so, like Running Deer, the Anglo will be emasculated by Crippled Horse.\u00a0 It is only a matter of time.<\/p>\n
I live in Kansas, which is the Anglo name for \u201cAyatena Gasohi.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I live in my girlfriend\u2019s apartment in a small, rural area.\u00a0 She is one quarter Iowa.\u00a0 Not the state, the tribe.\u00a0 She drives to White Cloud each day to work with the Iowa of Kansas Executive Committee.\u00a0 It is she who reminded me of the Tale of the Mother Spirit when I started working on this column.\u00a0 We had been fighting because I am currently unemployed, through no fault of my own, and I am jealous because she sometimes stays at the Best Western in White Cloud.\u00a0 The recent winter storm in the Midwest means that she must stay in White Cloud on the weekends and sometimes the Best Western is full so she stays with traveling businessmen kind enough to put her up.\u00a0 At first, I misinterpreted the situation, but I am hot headed.\u00a0 Once she explained the extenuating circumstances, and assured me that her boss at the Committee vouched for these individuals, I relaxed.<\/p>\n
My girlfriend is very pretty and I do not like to be gone from her for long, but any friend of the Iowa is a friend of mine and learning to not be sexually possessive is the lesson taught in the Tale of Running Deer.\u00a0 It is a lesson we all should learn.\u00a0 I tell you this from the heart.<\/p>\n
Thank you for reading. May the Earth walk with you in light.<\/p>\n
\u00a9 John Thomas Twofist<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cleaning out three gigs worth of emails is a real trip down memory lane. Here I am with a beard.\u00a0 And a dog.\u00a0 In a bathrobe, at Christmas.\u00a0 And my aunt smirking in the background (drunk):<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[53],"tags":[137,221],"class_list":["post-123","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sunday-archive","tag-archives","tag-john-thomas-twofist"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=123"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1115,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123\/revisions\/1115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/greatsociety.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}