Deal me in

I'm back in the game and raring to play. Since my last post I've gone to journalism school and now work at a weekly newspaper. I've developed a bit more cynical crust on the outside, but with the usual piss and vinegar filling on the inside.

Our tribe's election is coming up, so we have officially entered the "silly season." Yes indeed, when everyone turns retarded for two months, retreat into their Hatfield and McCoy enclaves and lob rock at each other for every feigned imaginable reason possible. You don't have to say or do anything to invite invective. Heck, all you have to do is have a different last name.

Just like Mohammed Ali - I'm back. And like him I'm going to dish out some whuppin too.

Here's one for free speech - especially in Indian Country!