Are any other non-American Indian people as offended as I am over the term Native American? Nothing against Indian folks, but I was born and raised in America. I’m just as “native” as they are! And no, where my ancestors originated from doesn’t count. It only speaks for them, not for me.

The fucking Kindle holder broke yesterday and I don’t think it’s fixable. So we’ll send it back and get a refund. I’ll just hold the damn Kindle. It hasn’t killed me yet.

I was just sitting here thinking of Nane and she really is hard to figure at times. Sometimes I think she really cares about me, other times I think she doesn’t, and other times I’m just not sure what to think.

I deleted C on Facebook because he deleted me a long time ago. Why, I do not know. Maybe he read something in my journal he didn’t like. Either way, you know how I feel about one-sided relationships. They’re just not my thing.

This is the longest dry spell I’ve had as far as storywriting goes. Once I get all the old journals posted, then maybe I’ll be able to focus on that some more.

Andy has become like Kim lately with the role-playing. He’s pretending to be a racist black guy on Ask and said that he’s learning that I’m right. No one cares when it’s blacks against whites, but as soon as it’s the other way around EVERYONE cares.

I know I’m right, I told him. I wouldn’t kid him about that. I see it all the time. I just wonder when something is going to be done about the reverse discrimination going on in this country.

Nancy still doesn’t appear to have returned to my journal or mentioned me on Facebook, but that’s ok. I already did what I wanted to do and that was to share the link to the journals she was in. Is she really suddenly not interested in reading the rest of the entries? Did she return undercover? Or is she up to something bad? Well, she can forget any form of legal revenge for daring to exercise my right to speak my mind. I haven’t used full names, made any threats, or done anything wrong.

For years I was afraid to express myself after I was railroaded in Arizona, but then it hit me and I said to myself, “Hey, you have every right to express yourself. You have just as much right as any other human being to do what you’re doing.” So no, I won’t be temporarily silenced or punished or spited, and I refuse to allow my rights to be violated ever again.

No one can please everyone with their words and no one can agree all the time. I accept and understand that. Besides, no one is ever forced to read my stuff.