Sitka will always be my great love, it hurts my heart knowing I will never return unless I have a sea going boat. my true love is boating and the ocean. I have learned I am not a good employee. or being “under anyone” I march to a different drummer. my greatest love is the beauty of the forrest, mounttains, eagles, ravens, squirrly’s too. I would love to be able to spend time with my family here without having to under the thumb of an employer, but alas, me be as poor as jones turkey. my mental health has been tested, but the laugh is on you fools. your opions are like anyones, everyone has them just like assholes. to all the pretty women here. like the mountains I cherish your beauty, as I do the boats in all the many harbors, how many harbors? I have not even checked. I am easily smitten, and just as easily offended. i love to write this dribble drabble weeble wobble but they dont fall down. my imagnination is endless, good to bad. but just that, i can imagine a giant tidal wave washing out all the harbors and it would be in gods name, reclaiming this spiritual land back to the natives who live here under your thumb. so here is a little bit more about ME ME ME. hahahah dont you just love the off script bullshit i post. So before my geneology quest. my only culture was russian and Aleut. I thought my father was more native than eye. My only relatives were all mixed mulato, mostly white looking, well that is subjective, but none pure white or Native. now, I have pure white and Pure Native cousins, none closer than second cousins, but it was eye opening. mom always said we were heins 57, but now I recognize my actual roots, Icelandic, Norway, scottland, English, german, and my yupik, Aleut, and the missing on my blood quantum athabaskan or is it athabascan a c or K? here is anohter in being a American rooted deep in the American history. genetically linked to the original settlers, two sides of my family are eligle for the sons of the American revolution, Cleghorn, Ingram lines. I have a 7th great grandfather that was a colornal
Colonel Thomas Hartley (Hartley’s Battalion)
Birth 29 Dec 1700 • Lahaska, Bucks, Pennsylvania, United States
Death 30 May 1787 • Solebury Twp., Bucks, Pennsylvania, USA
I still have a few investigations to complete. I do love working, just not under the thumb of my white masters. hahhahah yeah you got that right half white and allright. craszy over the blond cg girl nr kinda the trail is peace, but love to see the people being happy. the fish are in. I wish i had someone to catch and make some dry salmon my favorite. my health is failing… need thyroid meds. slowing dying liver tumor cant stand the smelly man, gots to be free of the snot nosed bug man. he riddled with bugs, tired of the toxic shit flowing freeely out of his pie hole. but must be strong and know he is in great pains. he is mentally broken, much like me, only he does not know it. I miss that little kid on afognak, not really but was so cute, give me your gold with a wooden knife. hahahh I must turn off me ego and emotions and focus on being a good slave. rise skywalker rise above the fray. you do not belong here song my son sings keeps on playing on my phone, the power stuggle to return me to sender and to keep me here are real. I must not break in the trenches, this is school, it will make me a new contractor, or sub slave? not sure If I can ever function at suck low levels. I am the decendant of Kings, Danish Kings. true story to be told and shown. why do I triffle with these pesants/ pheasants hahahah piss poor spelling and grammar,, you got me. time almost up.
