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Dear Sir:

To misquote Red Green, "If the women don't find you handsome, they should at least find you funny." I found your writing on the Internet, and found it funny. I'm taking on faith that you don't exactly care about the identity of some old bat who lives out where no one lives and God doesn't care.

And don't worry, I'm not looking for a job. I'm self-employed, or else where would I get the time to surf the Net? No, I'm writing because with you taking scalps and ponies from the Crow, Republicans and whoever else offends justice, you put me in mind of my old Lakota neighbor, Sitting Bull. He was a patriot, fearless and also compassionate for those less fortunate. He fought the good fight, yet it was a bigger picture that he didn't see coming.

I'm talking here about a misconception about the Bible that I read and you wrote. [ed. note: Incidentally, the only reference to the word "Bible" I could find on my blog was at the end of this entry.] I don't know how often y'all city folks get a chance to look clear-eyed at the stars, but as to the bigger picture, I look at what God told Job about the stars — Job, a household name in some households, after 3,000 years:

Job 38:31: Can you bind the sweet Pilades? Can you loose the cords of Orion?

He wrote poetically, if unknowingly, that the stars of the Pilades are traveling together bound by gravity, while those of Orion are, vice versa, not. Basic astronomy verifies him, but don't take my word for it. I look at what God told Ezekiel, in the book written approximately 571 B.C.:

Ezekiel 37:11: Then he said to me: "Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off." Therefore, prophesy and say to them: 'This is what the Sovereign Lord says: O my people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you, my people, will know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. I will put my spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the Lord have spoke and I have done it, declares the Lord.' "

The bottom line is that there is no precedent for an ancient people living scattered to the 4 winds, then returning centuries later to the same land, as did the Israelis in 1948, with their culture, even their ancient language, intact.

Or, I look chilled into Ezekiel 39:14:

Men will be regularly employed to cleanse the land. Some will go throughout the land and, in addition to them, others will bury those that remain on the ground. At the end of the seven months they will begin their search. As they go through the land and one of them sees a human bone, he will set up a marker beside it until the gravediggers have buried it in the Valley of Hamon Gog. And so they will cleanse the land.

Actually, do you know how long it takes to decontaminate the land after nuclear happens? Also, there's Isaiah, Chapter 53. Ancient copies of it were found more recently by shepherd boys, and called The Dead Sea Scrolls.

I certainly wish y'all the best, which is God's best.

A, A, A
B, B, B
C, C, C ... yup, still got it.

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That, ace, is a heavy thing to read first thing in the morning on a Thursday, before you've even had the chance to sip your morning coffee. The envelop also contained a postcard of a picturesque Miami skyline at sunset, and a black-and-white photocopy of this:

While I've read the Bible cover to cover, and I appreciate it's powerful language, the book has never spoken to me in any spiritual sense, so lets leave that aside and concentrate on the scalping Crows and Republicans. Really, this has put my entire life into perspective. It all makes sense now. My inexpicable hatred of crows — the Crow Nation served as scouts in the Army's war against the Sioux. My tendency to always cheer for the Indians in old Western films. Yes, this explains a lot of things. My name is Tatanka Iyotanka, and I will scalp your ass.

Me, circa 1885