Amish Stink!

The crash site -
The crash site –

(this story contains bad language and racist intent – but is true) 

One of my buddies was hauling Amish in his van to make a living and support his family – all good! He called me one evening and was sick and needed a substitute driver to haul two Amish guys over to the west side of Cleveland complete with their trailer full of gutter supplies. I figured cool a quick way to score $200 bucks! Ya drive em over – then you sit and read for eight hours – then you drive em home simple right? I mean they are Amish so they will be saint like and holy!

5am and I pick the first guy up at his home and pick up his trailer and hook it to my 1ton truck. He is about 6′ 4″ and stout – he  jumps in and I notice the lack of deodorant and what has this guy been eating whole garlic – it is barely warming up! We pick up his midget brother who has no home or wife because of his being short…but he is cool and talkative (and does not smell as bad!).

Fast forward, sit read surf the net and write all day and wrap it up to head home. We are hauling a 10,000 pound trailer through heavy traffic with AC blasting to mask the smell of Farting Garlic Amish man in the middle lane of a three lane freeway when bam I am slamming on my brakes as a crazy black girl swerves in front of me – bam my truck is climbing her right bumper and smashing the life outa her mini-car all the while she is still gunning it trying to make her exit three lanes over! Bam she pins a Ford F150 to the guard rail and it is all over! We screech to a halt!

Now this is where the fun begins! A black lady in her mid forties switches seats with a girl that had been driving! Then the lady gets out of the car and starts screaming as only a black woman can scream – “you killed my babies” ” you MF- you killed my babies!” Her babies were fine strapped in car seats in the back! She starts beating on the passenger side window of my crew cab. The Amish guy gets out of the truck and towering over this black woman endures her rage for about a minute and then says – “You f$@#ing nigger you are nothing more than a subspecies of ape!” The conversation stopped! I told the Farting Garlic Amish man to get back in the truck and we rolled up the windows! (Yes, the truck was still running fine – it is a Ford!) I could not believe the guy dropped the “F” bomb and said nigger! Wow… Amish are really

Not much damage - $3800
Not much damage – $3800 – you can see the hulking Amish dude!

different than I thought!

A cute redheaded Irish girl was our responding officer and she asked us to move down the highway about 1/2 mile so she could clear traffic! I move down the road and look in my rearview mirror and guess who is following us on foot! Yep, the black woman! Running after us screaming bloody murder! You racist MF! and on and on. Running after her was the little Irish cop – cute as a button she cuffed her and stuffed her!

I made it home later that evening after finding out the driver was 15 with two children, no driver license, and driving a Hertz Rental Car that was borrowed!

Her car - slight damage!
Her car – slight damage!
The Ford after!
The Ford after! Happily home in Montana!

Yep my insurance picked up the tab and my insurance went up despite it not being my fault! I will say that I have since switched insurance because Nationwide was the F150 drivers insurance and they were hardcore on his side! My Progressive was not progressive at all – they needed to be aggressive!

Disclaimer: I in no way condone the use of profanity or calling someone a subspecies of ape! I also eat garlic so I understand the Farting Garlic Amish Man could not control his smell!

Amish country near Arthur, Illinois
Amish country near Arthur, Illinois (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Navajo Taco

Nabaho Taco!  Nabaho Egocentric
Nabaho Taco!
Nabaho Egocentric

White Mountain Apache Reservation August 2006, the wife is leading barrels and going for her second win in barrels! I love the fair! I love this fair more than the “Great Navajo Nation Fair”. Sorry, I just always look forward to getting up in the pines and camping out. Whiteriver Rodeo has the best fireworks of any Indian rodeo. Period!

We walk through the fair and of course I am hungry – hey it is a fair and I am the fat white guy! I see a frybread stand and walk quickly over to stand in line with about 10 Apaches…remember I am used to being the dumb white guy…! I get up to the counter and ask for – Yes, I asked for a “Navajo Taco!” I honestly thought they were endemic to the Navajo Rez! The Apache lady was not humored especially since my proud little Navajo was standing next to me with a shit eating grin! I never even realized everyone was pissed – pure food focus! I finished up my Apache Taco and thanked the lady all the while oblivious to angry stares of the Apache!

So, what do you get when a Mexican and a Navajo get married….Navajo Taco!

In all fairness – my mother-in-law and sister in law make the best frybread in the world bar none! I do love all the different frybreads – especially Bobbie Riggs (The Champ) bread that is super thin and I forget the name! Each tribes “frybread” is different and each is great!

Dedicated to Renee Kevine – the first ndn that ever made me frybread !

Victor
Victor

k12openminds07: Donating an XO to the Navajo People

Something from the past –

GO TO XO

If you were among the fortunate few who attended the K12 Open Minds Conference in Indianapolis, Indiana, this past October, then you may remember an impassioned speech given during lunch on the second day. The speaker was Claudia Edgewater, a member of the Navajo People, and she spoke eloquently about the need for more educational resources for her people, and the promise she hoped that open technologies such as open-source offered to help educate young Navajo children.

I don’t recall her exact words. I didn’t need too, for as soon as I learned she was a Navajo after I went over to talk with her a few minutes later, I immediately understood that parts of the Navajo Reservation were as poor today as they were fifty years ago when I was raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I remember asking her to send me an email, or perhaps I asked her…

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Is it poaching ?

Is it poaching if you are white on the Navajo Rez and the only guy with a deer rifle not in pawn.

Muley
Muley

Moving into Pinon, 1998 and I unpack the guns and stash em! I unpack and unpack and finally moved into Teacher Housing, Pinon Arizona – Navajo Reservation. Being a white guy on the Navajo Rez is an experience and the learning curve is steep. From Renee Kevine bringing me frybread at home because I mistakenly said “what’s that?” to Peyote Tea – I was the classic neophyte.

November rolls around and I had gotten to know the janitor Moses Clark pretty well. He drives up to my house and honks his horn (another learning curve – Navajo do not use your doorbell – why, when ya have a horn). I am thinking what glonnie (drunk) or native arts and craft sales lady is it this time? Looking out, I see Moses in his 71 Ford lifted to the sky ! I love the truck and my little Chevy Chiddy (truck) sits sulking in the corner. Moses gets out and asks me to come over and shoot this Mule Deer that is usually in and around his place early morning – tomorrow being Saturday. I look at him and say “how do you know I have a deer rifle?” he smiles and says everyone in Pinon watched you unload your stuff! Duh, town of 400 people on a high mesa and bets on how long I was gonna last were running 6 – 7 months. Moses had a sweet deer rifle just happened to be in pawn…

I said to Moses, ” well, yes, I have a deer rifle but what about a license and tag to shoot the deer?”

Moses looked at me like I was the dumbest white boy that ever hit the reservation and said ” huh? what if you miss?” we will worry about the tag later! ”

8mm Mauser
8mm Mauser

I don’t miss and shot a beautiful Muley ! 26″ rack – and field dressed out at 185 – well, that is what I was told later when Moses dropped off my share of venison. No, I never asked to see the tag but I know it was well butchered complete with “Bashas Grocery” stamped on the white packing.

The bet on how long I would stay – well they all lost and gave up after ten years. My old deer rifle is not some sexy cool rifle but was passed down from my father to me – Mauser 8mm with an Ivory Indian head embedded in the stock!

Flourishing Flowers, Flowering Fountains

One has to love Spring in Siberia – seems like an oxymoron

Transform Siberia

Flowers and Fountains! Finally. FINALLY! F-I-N-A-L-L-Y!!! When fountains flower and flowers flourish then Lazurus-Spring has finally chased the Queen of Winter from her Siberian throne. Pink Rhododendron have burst into the sleeping grey forest, jolting a sleeping winter heart into beating-beating blood red LIFE! Blazing blossoms of fuchsia shatter the Siberian paradigm and make the quiet of the forest so loud. And the fountains! A ballet of water washes through the souls of city dwellers. Under protection of a fountain, toddlers squeal at new sensations, children splash, skate, gawk, and dash. Youth cuddle, parents chat and tend the young ones, and the elderly rest, enjoying the water show, complete with music and light. Fountains create refuges in the rush of Russian cities. Fountains and flowers transform Siberia!

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I Can’t Spell! in Pinon, Arizona – Part 1

th1999 10th Grade English, First Period – Navajo Rez !! and we are all just waking up! Col. Mike Clark our fearless principal comes into my classroom to discuss a matter of grave importance! Someone had “tagged” the dugout brick wall! He knew who it was and the young man was sitting in my classroom! Oh, he could not prove it – but we all knew!westside (1)

The only problem was how to punish the young man? You see the young man was in my classroom and this was English class and all of a sudden the “TAG” was my fault! Yes, MY FAULT! The young man that tagged the dugout was a notorious member of “WESTSIDE”. Throwing gang signs in a town of 400 people – ya kinda stand out. Now why was it my fault ? Simple – the young man tagged the dugout WESSIDE – it seems he was a phonetic speller! Minus 5 points for poor spelling!

I had him stay after class and write WESTSIDE on the board 100 times! I will not tolerate any of my English students misspelling their gang affiliation!