From Senator Martin Heinrich

Indigenous Peoples’ Day

October 11, 2021

Dear Friend,

I’m proud to stand with Tribes and Pueblos in New Mexico who have led the way to re-frame today’s federal holiday to honor all of the significant contributions and diverse cultures of our Native communities. That’s why I am leading the effort to introduce the first-ever legislation in the Senate to replace the official holiday recognized on the second Monday of October as Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Two years ago, New Mexico joined the growing national movement—which now includes 13 states and more than 100 cities—that has recognized this change.  

Supporting Tribal sovereignty and reckoning with our history goes beyond just one day. Last month, I joined U.S. Senator Elizabeth Warren to reintroduce legislation to establish a Truth and Healing Commission to investigate the federal government’s policies that stripped children from their families and sent them to abusive Indian Boarding Schools. I am working to reauthorize the Violence Against Women Act and improve the federal government’s response to the ongoing crisis of missing and murdered Indigenous women. And I am fighting to pass legislation to prohibit the theft and illegal export of sacred Tribal cultural items. 

Just last week, I welcomed President Biden’s restoration of the culturally significant landscapes in Bears Ears National Monument. Now that President Biden has restored these important protections, I hope that his administration under the leadership of Secretary Deb Haaland will manage Bears Ears in close coordination with the Tribal Nations who continue to have strong cultural ties to its dramatic landscape of rim rock canyons and mesas. I will continue to stand with Tribal Nations to protect sacred lands like Bears Ears and the greater Chaco region. 

I will also keep doing everything in my power to make sure Tribal Nations in New Mexico have the resources and support they need to protect the health of their communities and build back better from the COVID-19 pandemic. I was proud to secure more than $31 billion in emergency support for Indian Country as part of the larger American Rescue Plan that Democrats in Congress passed earlier this year. And I am committed to getting President Biden’s Build Back Better agenda across the finish line to steer even more critical investments in health care, education, high-speed internet, clean water, and housing to Tribal communities. 

I hope you will join me in recognizing the sovereignty and honoring the diverse cultures of America’s Tribal Nations by celebrating Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Sincerely,

MARTIN HEINRICH
United States Senator

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FACEBOOK AND ALL THAT STUFF

If you want to congratulate me, go ahead—I’m off Facebook. I just remembered; I have a Twitter account too. I’ll have to get rid of it also.  I don’t do Instagram, or Tik Tok, but there’s probably some kinda thing I’m on out there that I’ve forgotten about, especially with over 30 years of internet. Thirty years? Hum.

Does it matter? I think it does. I have no judgment of those remaining on Facebook and/or other services of this type. I couldn’t judge, as this is more or less and experiment for me. I don’t believe I have any unusual addiction to these things, and in my case you could only count Facebook in this discussion. But even there I wouldn’t call it an addiction, per se.

I was mostly one way with Facebook, I just wanted to communicate my thoughts publicly. Yes, that was hoggish but I wouldn’t apologize. I gotta thing about the family bar-b-cue atmosphere Facebook claims it’s about. I’m a loner in the first place, not a very social guy. But I do have what I feel is an urgent message (won’t get into it here).  It is why I got on Facebook to start with, that was in 2013 and that motive has never changed.

I did do some what I’d call Facebook Timeline stuff; post my art, some music, a poem now and then, plus little quips of things interesting. But again, pretty much all one way, me to them, very little them to me.

I doubt I’ll miss Facebook itself. I may get edgy about not communicating my central message as a formerly paid environmental activist and a long stretch of independent activism, but I don’t expect there to be any enduring pain. It is 26 total years of activism; I won’t stop now; not altogether, I will do writings here at this blog, though I have absolutely zero audience here on WordPress.

As I said earlier, this is an experiment. Can I do without Facebook? Well, I’m sure I can in my personal life, again, I’m a loner and don’t really care to socialize in that manner. Communicating my message is important to me for sure, and I never really cared all that much how many people read my postings, but they did get read some and with some response. Will I miss those likes and comments? Yes I will, though there were not many. That never bothered me much but with my blog it will be different. I’ll have to promote, which I did not do on Facebook.  

I do understand that these are the things of the 21st Century and they do give much access to the world, ie, I’m not  a journalist, but I was able to do some form of journalism I could never have done before without outlets like Facebook. Being in the 21st Century at this moment, equivalently I’ll be back in the last quarter of the 20th Century, with no readily availble access to an audience. It’s somethng to think about, and I will be doing just that.

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I got on the news.

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THE CORPORATE MASSAGE

I just took a trip to California, I don’t take many trips, it was an experience. It was a corporate experience. In this writing I am hoping to express these depths of corporate control and how far they are planning to go, these of course are my postulations.

I’m sure most of us know that we are somewhat under the corporate thumb, I mean just go look at your cabinets, your living room, your closets; go anywhere in your house and most of what you see, probably over 98%, will have come from a corporation, even your walls and what’s in them.

Sadly, that’s not the end of it. I’m going to jump to something much more horrendous than being slaves to their products, they are going for a hell of a lot more than that, they want your life. They already have your life in the ways of materialism, but your obedience and submission will be the ultimate goal, it’s a type of evolution they aren’t even aware of yet; that’s because it is more of a natural type course, like I said, an evolution.

In the past few years they’ve moved into an new area of manipulation, it is one that if done right, will leave us merciless at their feet. If you are observant, though this depends on things situational, you will have noticed by now the, let’s say, decline in product fitness and more so usability. The instructions are bad, things are left out that would make the product better even though there would be no extra cost, the product is so cheap you don’t get two days use out of it, many many things like this are happening more and more with corporations, a lot of it not having much to do with the products, but more about service, availability, and many other subtleties.

What happens when you encounter these aggravations, you get mad right? No not so mad you punch the wall or cuss a string that your mother would smack you for, but maybe just a disappointed feeling, a sudden rush of minor anger.

Okay well, over time we learn to control these things, we begin to accept our plight and figure there is noting we can do, we need these god damn corporations whether we like it or not, we get all our stuff from them, and many of them are essentials for life. Most of us got started on this part of the process many years ago, over 10 for sure. This line of thinking, that is.

But now, yeah, but now, see, we’re get’n a new gear. That getting mad, they want that, they want you to get mad and feel frustrated. What happens in that state is you are solidifying you allegiance to the corporation. As you are mad you are also depressed, you’ve lost, you’ve surrendered. Why? Because you need them.

It is subtle now, but getting less so. It’s not because of the pandemic. This was going on long before the pandemic. Though the pandemic did inject its own sets of manipulation; more of an offshoot of what’s been happening between the public and the corporation.

I say less subtle recently because of the blatancy corporations seem to be into, it’s like a fuck you thing, tough shit lady. They’re pushing that kinda thing along, and more profoundly. They are pushing toward the final hatchet in our heads, total dominance; with devotion.

It makes sense. Things will start failing, resources will decline and vanish, water will become scarce, la de dah de dah. You’ve heard the story, rise and fall, go bust, all that. Only in this case, it’s global. And those of the rich that think they can let this happen and go to their islands well, they forget, it’s global.

I know, this does not describe the entire setting or all the possibles, I’m not trying to do that. It’s a picture, a postcard sent to my brain by the corporate cabal.

Again, in this postulation I would strongly put forward that most of those human bodies within the corporate world from the janitor to the CEO, don’t much think about this shit. Don’t really see it, they hear from fuckheads like me, then maybe fantasize it. In this way, they are fulfilling the goals of the collective corporate soul and its evolution.

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THE COLLECTIVE IMPULSE

Joseph Campbell quote: Any disaster you can survive is an improvement in  your...

OK jumping right into it I’m gonna say that as individuals, we humans have choices. But it’s a whole other deal when you’re talking about the collective human. The collective human is more a machine, yet still a living, functioning being. It’s just that when you crunch it all together, and given the greater mass of humans in the 21st Century are of dull and compulsive stature, you get a being of low self esteem and little care for the future of itself. It will just want what it wants and get it however it can.
Yeah so the deal with that is what-a-ya-gonna do about it? Nothing, you can’t do shit about it. You can however hope the greater mass of humans change their stature of character. That includes you and me get’n that done. Then we’ll go, “What happened?”

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THE DROUGHT

More bummer stuff. Who am I, Danny Downer? I spoke last time about being traumatized by the hammering of climate change information.

Yeah so every now and then, like now, we gotta live the god damn thing. Like the information (from afar) ain’t bad enough. But right here in my frick’n face–it’s very hard.

This is a bad one, worst I’ve seen since living here from 2000 on. Why we gotta go thru this? What the hell we doin? What the fuck kinda karma we got anyway? This is the human race, this is what we got here, the human race. That’s all that’s hapnin.

The UnHuman Race.

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THE BIG LIE AND ALL THAT OTHER STUFF

There’s a lotta deals going on out there. Yeah I’m “in here” and then there’s the “out there” –yeah that’s a deal right there. All that separation, divide-ation, argumentation, stone wall’n-ation and high hold’n-ation, that’s what we got here.
It’s a tipping point, in many ways. I’m in and out of it myself, just kinda sitting and watching. It ain’t fun, knowing and not knowing. You’re sitting there, unrelated to any of it, but still, you’re sit’n there, see, watch’n.
Or wait a minute god dammit, maybe you ain’t just sit’n there watch’n. Maybe ur in it, maybe you one unit in the whole danged deal. Maybe you’re just sliding by, unnoticed. A fella like you, well, if you ain’t dead yet, you’re in it, mother fucker.
Think about that, know where you live, and give it honor. That’ll get you out of it and no longer–in it. Could be a blessing in these hardened times.

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MARCUS AND HIS LETTERS TO LITA

February 10, 1964

My Dearest Lita,

You know that I am always rustling about, I fidget and appear unsettled much of the time, don’t I? Well, I would ask you to fear not, and behold your child has come to life, do you see it my sweet giant of a woman?  In my head I toil, but it is only in my head, and though it surfaces through mannerisms, silly statements and blank stares, it is all contained my dear, and you needn’t worry. M.

February 13, 1964

My Dear Sweet Lita,

I know you’ve seen me in the living room, flipping channels on the television, drinking half glasses of water, stepping outside to smoke; burning cigarettes to a bight red cherry an inch long.  But please do not become over wrought by these neuroses.  Nary a one has dominated my constitution, I stay strong in my ability to hide, and I am as a walking tiger, ready to pounce on any moving emotion, especially those that show my ignorance, my lasting borough of faded knowledge.  I dumbfound my dumbfoundedness, and only the steady stride of the tiger is shown, please set yourself at ease my dear. M.

March 3, 1964

My Dearest Lita,

I can assume you know of me, you know that I adore you, and fear you as well.  I will not speak of this again. I’ve brooded over this the past two weeks, and now I will open this up, but only a little, you see.  You could say I am protecting you from my distress.  For instance, I tried to slow my cigarette puffing down, to make the cigarette last longer.  I admit I was thinking of you in this effort. I saw your coolness, your slow chewing and little sips of wine.  I saw your gaze that went no further than the space in front of you, content to stay at home and be quiet.  You needn’t fear my darling; I am that way too.  To prove it to you, I will say no more of this, I can keep it within, and never let it be seen, because it isn’t there.  Never be concerned my love. M.

March 19, 1964

Dearest Lita,

Do you know what I did today sweet Lita?  I sat alone in the park for an hour, with the birds!  I’ve seen old men do this, quiet and content, tossing seed like gamblers tossing poker chips, never caring if they come back or not. Although my stomach remained tight throughout the ordeal, I wasn’t thinking very much, and at one point I hardly moved for nearly eight minutes.  I had no seed, so instead I decided to study what the birds would do if someone just sat there, tossing nothing but their presence. Wasn’t that brilliant my love, do you see how I’ve grown?  That is why I ask you to not worry, I am more like the tiger every day.  My story here must have made you happy, surely my love…eight minutes, and you’ve never seen that before have you?  Now you can rest, I am so much better; can you tell dear Lita? M.

March 22, 1964

Oh Dearest Lita, my Queen,

Last night I remembered how we used to watch your favorite show, Man from Uncle. I recalled how it made you happy.  It’s the only program you watch, isn’t it, or am I wrong? You otherwise never care much for television, do you?  If you are not in your garden, painting your pictures, or cast away in deep meditation, no my tender love, if you are not in these places, then I can find you reading on the porch, or in your bed.  You move lightly about, yet intent on your subject, never losing your thoughts, remembering to do all that you set out to do.  Even when you read, you select all that there is to know about your verse, and store it for future reference, not caring if you will need it or not.  These are just pastimes to enhance the play already going on in your soul, isn’t that true my darling?  And so now you can see, that anyone who can observe these things, then surely they are a part of the observer as well. So lie down my darling, meditate, as you do, on these things.  Can you see me reading? Can you see me in the garden?  You see, you really can rest dear flower, your worries are over. M.

March 23, 1964

Dear Lita,

Why do I love you so much?  It upsets me.  I mean that as a good thing my dear.  Please do not take that wrong.  Actually I am not upset, especially since I have found the tiger in me, you know, my self-esteem has risen so much.  I think the therapy with Doctor Sorensen is working for me.  Guess what happened. As I was leaving his office the other day, another patient stopped me, some guy name Gamma Ray (he’s delusional and he’s very big), he always comes in after me, he’s down the hall in the locked ward. Anyway, he said to me, “ya sezzen bin ova fa t’n minna, Belnoir.”  Do you know what I said; the fact I said anything at all amazed me.  And it will amaze you too darling; you will see how you have nothing to fear, you know, “the greatest fear is fear itself”.  You say that, don’t you dear Lita?  I say it to, now.  But here’s what I said; “I apologize Gamma for your inconvenience (very calm with no quiver at all).  However, I prefer you address me by my first name—Marcus.” Can you believe that dear Lita?  I was so strong, and sort of stealth like to. I got back to my room and actually let out a roar.  I know that may seem silly, and it was.  But your tiger came forward, I the tiger, you the tigress.  I just thought that up the other day, I love it, don’t you? Nevertheless my love, I am the tiger, you are-the-tigress.  We are strong. Get it, “we”?  M.

April 10, 1964

My Lovely Lita,

I’m so glad they let me bring my typewriter here.  It’s an old typewriter my mother gave me, she said, “Marcus, use this instrument for good, don’t fall to folly.”  I really never knew what she meant, but no matter, I love this typewriter so much I’ve had it repaired a dozen times.  I too have been repaired a dozen times.  But every time I come back stronger and I rooaarrr towards greater self-esteem!  I remember how you always did your exercise in the morning and you’d end it with that big “whaaa” sound you’d make.   I’m just like you, dear Lita? I too make big sounds now. Roaaarrr. M.

April 14, 1964

Dear Lita,

Today Doctor Sorensen ask me what was all the typing I did.  I told him I’ve been writing about a tiger and his tigress.  I told him about you, that you were the tigress. After I finished telling him all about it, I sort of roared a little, you know, to show him my strength.  He didn’t say much about it.  He said at the end of the session that he was going increase my medication to 800 milligrams. It shook me up a little, for a couple days my cigarette cherries were an inch long again. But I am choosing not to thinking about it. Gamma has been transferred because he beat up an orderly.  Now can you see, that is, how strong I was to stand up to him? Oh I’m sorry, I may be worrying you a little my darling.  I just meant I’ve been a little high strung lately, everybody gets high strung don’t they?  Disregard it fair lady and don’t’ let me bore you with these little things, prrrr. Next time I won’t give such puny roar around Dr. Sorensen, he’ll see what I mean then.  Rooaarrr. M.

April 16, 1964

Dear Lita, the Tigress,

Tigress Lita, how about that my sweet?  I am Marcus the Tiger. I thought I might call you Lita the Tigress, but we are individuals first and foremost, and it also would sound verbose, wouldn’t you agree my love?  Dr. Sorensen increased my medication to 950 milligrams.  I’m not happy about that, but it’s nothing for you to be concerned with my darling.  My tiger power will overcome the thorazine. I can assure you of this sweet Tigress Lita, the strong one, your fear is overtaken by your tigress power, isn’t that true my love?  M.

May 16, 1964

Dear Sweet, Sweet Lita,

They locked me in my room and took away my typewriter.  I couldn’t write you.  I roared and roared; I scratched at the wall and leaped from my bed.  I leaped everywhere in my room.  Or I would look in stealth out the window, seeing my prey below.  I’m now on 2000 milligrams, but my tiger power grows stronger in spite of it.  Rooaarrr, Rooaarrr.  Can you hear my roar, Tigress Lita?  Do not worry, the tiger was smarter than Dr. Sorensen was.  In my last session I pretended I was tired of being the tiger.  I’m not sure he really believed it, but at the same time, I think he sees my power, though he never admits it. Anyway, he took me off lock up after that. Purr sweet giant tiger woman, your scratch is forthcoming. Do you like that dear? See how we’ve gone beyond it all now, we are the royal tigers, roaring our victories.  Rooaarrr!  M.

May 17, 1964

Dear Tigress Lita,

I am being transferred to another ward.  Rooaaarrr.  The tiger has been unleashed.  I’ve had to have an orderly escort me to see Dr. Sorensen, yesterday as the orderly was walking me my tiger power came forth.  Before I knew it I’d scratched him…it marked his chin. Rooaaarrr, Rooaarrr.  It’s a locked ward, but that does not bother me, a tiger has his own inner life to roam.  I’ll be transferred as soon as there is an opening because it’s full right now.  They were supposed to take my typewriter and somehow they didn’t do it.  I am writing you in my bathroom, and typing very soft, like the tiger’s walk.  M.

May 18, 1964

Tigress Lita, the gentle one,

They still haven’t found my typewriter, but I’m going to be transferred tomorrow.  The orderly is not here and so I only have a minute. Always remember your fears are unwarranted, that we are strong and our power to rule is also our supreme right to indignation. These tiger paws will sing of your beauty…uh oh, I hear him coming.  I’ve been planning this all day Tigress Lita.  Your king will leap from this chair and devour his prey, you’ll see.  Don’t worry my queen, these letters will come again, and your rest will resume, don not be afraid…here he comes.  Roar with me darling, Roaarr, Roooaaaarrr, Roooaaaaarrrr. M.

May 18, 1964

Dear Miss Lita Theangela,

I regret to inform you that Marcus Belnoir has been placed in intensive care at the Goodland Medical Center.  I’m afraid Marcus suffered a terrible psychotic break, and attempted to scratch and bite his attending orderly. He was subdued but not before several orderlies forcefully retrained him, rupturing his spine.  His typewriter has been put in storage here at the hospital. I’m afraid it will be sometime before he returns to his ward, we were hoping you could retrieve the typewriter, perhaps you should keep it with you.

            Regretfully,

            Dr. Robert Sorensen, M.D.

            Felineian Mental Hospital

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TALKING BY LETTERS

Yeah I’m talking all the time, every day several times a day. Actually, not so much these days given I’m not on my computer as much as I used to be. “Wait”, you say. “What does your computer have to do with talking?”

Well I hope you get my point there. If you didn’t then let me put it plainly, we are talking via computers and it ain’t good. Now I hope that right now as I type, I hope I’m not talking but merely writing. But then again I don’t know. Yes I suppose in this case I am just writing but when I’m answering a reply to a comment I wrote or visa versa, in this day and age I am talking. So there’s a difference, but not by much given these conversations are mostly two people making separate statements on a subject but with no real interaction. Put is this way; we’re not asking each other questions, we’re just making statements.

So like I said, I’m not talking via computer as much these days—and I notice the difference. My issues have not changed, but I’m just not using the interactions of social media to have these conversations, two-way conversations that is. It’s too ugly, and I was too ugly. I still comment, but about one tenth of what I used to comment.

It’s a social media thing, lets be clear. I’ve been inside it as much as any of them. The bickering, it’s just too much and we don’t even hear each other anyway. Why is this? Political and social interaction has been around forever and many times doing nothing but arousing frustration, with social media this dynamic is compounded a hundred fold.

This is a problem that is going to be hard to get rid of. Why? Because the only way it will go away is by one person at a time giving it up little by little. That’s how I’ve been doing it; little by little I seem to not be using social media to “interact” with people of opposing as well as matching views. Most of my use of it now is simple communication between friends and family.  Oh I do still go to YouTube and comment though not nearly as much. And when I do I am trying to “converse”, I might even concede on a point or two. I try not be so block headed about what I believe is going on.

OK I’ve attached a video from Joe Rogan that talks about this subject and how we all are getting along with our conversing. I highly recommend you watch it. And speaking of Joe Rogan, well, I’m supposed to be some kinda progressive dude and if I were adhering to all the progressive leanings then I am not supposed to watch Joe Rogan. Now, this is not a good thing, we gotta get past this deal. It’s as big a problem with progressives and liberals as it is with all of the right. Watch this video and see if you can hear it. Good luck.

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