You have to ask yourself what the heck took so long to uncover that Buffy isn’t who she claimed to be, her race at least. I have questions.
1. Why now, is it a case of more “white people bad, every other race gooood.”
2. Did she pay taxes on the money she earned and did she enjoy all of the benefits of having the Indigenous race card?
3. Why didn’t the Piapott Cree nation refute her claims.
4. Why didn’t her sister-in-law speak out before now.
5. Why didn’t ALL the other FN organizations look into her claims.
6. If she isn’t Indian what race is she, could be a gypsy?
Kinda looks like a witch hunt for unknown reasons (to me) on this one.
https://www.cbc.ca/newsinteractives/features/buffy-sainte-marie
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I worked as VP Policy for our CA Board in the past year. We put forward 8 policies and whooohooooo 5 of the 8 that we submitted (or co-submitted) have made it to the floor of the AGM. We have the following that have made it to the Plenary:
1. Allow only official government flags to be flown on Government property;
2. Advocating for proper labelling of lab grown meat;
3. Implementing the recommendations of the Davidson report on vaccines;
4. Ending the practice of community water fluoridation;
5. Advocating to end the practice of mRNA injections in livestock or food sources in Alberta.
So excited to have had our policies selected out of over 800 policies!
It is a great example of being able to work towards change if we put in the effort.
From Soulful Words...
God, when I feel weary, whisper that You’re still working. There are moments when the weight of life feels almost too much to carry — when my heart is tired, my hope feels thin, and my faith trembles under the pressure of waiting. In those moments, I start to wonder if anything is moving at all. I pray, I try, I hold on, but the silence feels long, and the progress feels slow. Yet, deep down, I know that even when I can’t see it, You’re still working. You haven’t stopped. You never do. You’re the God who moves quietly in the background, turning even the stillest seasons into sacred preparation.
When I feel worn out and empty, remind me that rest is not weakness — it’s part of Your design. You never asked me to carry everything on my own; You only asked me to trust You with it. So when I’m weary, teach me to lay it all down — the striving, the worry, the endless trying to make things happen in my own strength. Whisper to my soul that You’re still ...