Massena,,, Then one day, someone realizes if you terminate blue collar jobs, you can send the blue collar men on their way and invite more trash from nyc...raise the payout of food stamps and welfare and have a state full of softies thriving on the "dole"... got to make those electoral votes mean something...
Prior to that...Akwesasne… imagine signs that say "no state police" and " no fbi"... a place where child molesters are chained to trees and taken apart with bolt cutters and left for the coyotes... a place where rapists were escorted to a local muffler shop at 2 a.m. and introduced to the hydraulic pipe bender... where undesirables happened to just slip through the turbines of the power damn and were never seen again.... a place where if a man was down and out, there would be a knock on the door and he would open it to find bags of groceries to help his wife and kids get by until things fell black into place.... terrifying huh??! the gravel basketball courts were a pain in the ass.... These are the writings of a half breed Irish - Mohawk typing with his thumb...…..
I miss waterskiing around Croil Island barefoot and speeding down the iced St. Lawrence on a Bombardier..eh? And the winter moose hunts up into Gaspe Peninsula... But, New York has really been lost to me as I have been here since 2005....
