Rose colored glasses and reality

God bless Joe Biden and the rest of the cult.

I am an Alaska Native, Inupiaq, Yupik, Russian, Norwegian woman sprinkled with the blessing of additional bloodlines from around the globe.

I grew up in rural Alaska – remote Alaska. Villages in the United States of America that Secretary Tommy Thompson described as 4th World conditions. These are the places where me and my friends and family grew up – and the way I grew up with my worldview was described as beyond the third world living other people live in throughout our world who receive the rightful attention and concern on the global stage; by United States politicians and celebrities.

Domestically, where I come from, what I have as a first-hand world view experience of what life could be compared to what is – does not add up when I listen to the lies I hear – oh my God, even worse – witness the Democratic leadership orchestrating unlawfulness and ignorantly or maybe purposefully pushing socialized health care and villainizing entire systems of law, order, security and safety – in the name of minorities.

The latest bad word has been “appropriating” culture.

This bullshit is way worse. I will not be anyone’s token native; I have never assigned my personal perspective to anyone to speak on my behalf.

No one gets to assume they know the solution for me and my life.

These Democrats say, “Systemic” Racism because Democrats think of individual people through their systemic world view.

I have been to the Holocausts Museum in Washington DC more than once.

The real life truth is that Hitler used the United States Manifesto on how Native Americans were conquered for his inspiration.

The simple and core value shared between my ancestors and the new americans that brokered a “coming together” of the minds with Treaty Agreements is that Americans came here and revolted in the effort to create autonomy of freedom.

Autonomy of freedom is absolutely opposite of systems of oppression, systems of anything. American people are not and do not want to continue to be caught up in the system.

That is why I am a third generation Republican.

But let me take you to the dark side. Walk with me as I escort you through what makes me qualified to have an opinion on this bullshit.

First hand, I know and lived through and will forever have a skewed sense of law enforcement. But not in the way it sounds. In a way that there was none there, still is little to none there.

You think the answer is removing law and order? Well that is some stupid, wanton and willful endangerment of human life.

This is chaos. This is exactly the same as President Richard Nixon’s statement, “I did not think it was illegal, because I was the President.”

Well, before the low class, bottom feeders try to attack this comparison and twist it to our current President; let me save you the embarrassment.

President Nixon, claimed his shortfall. He took accountability and responsibility. That is what great leaders do.

What we have here that parallels with one of my favorite President’s – President Nixon’s lapse of judgement, is that he basically said, “because of who I am, nothing was illegal”. But he went on to say, “However, I realize now that others do not share my thoughts.” (Along that line of assertion.)

We have a political class, a group of self-proclaimed “elitists” who are the definition of entitlement doing illegal acts to no end because of who they think they are. And worse, while appropriating culture; they hold up their token “Natives” and speak on their behalf to protect the “systems” that are there to “protect them”.

What a fucking crock of shit. It is a situation where these people think that because who they are; the rules and illegal acts do not apply to them. However, this is a diabolical cult because they do not care and have no integrity to embrace what the people want instead of influence and mold people into what serves them.


Let me bring this home.

I was 14 years old drinking in Takotna. My Uncle David was passed out or out of town. But I was behind the bar serving drinks to the Airforce guys and getting drunk myself with my cousin and girlfriends.

There was this creepy guy from the base who had a hook for a hand. He started pinching our asses with the pinchers of his hook hand. The party ended up on the airport and we couldn’t find our friend J.R. I was on the back of the 4-wheeler with our friend, Bob, who was driving.

We came upon the guy with the hook hand and stopped. He was in a pick up truck alone. He was heading down from the airport. We were heading up.

We asked him if he saw J.R. He pulled out a big ass pistol pointed it at Bob and me. He pulled the trigger and said, “J.R. is in the bushes bleeding”.

The only fucking reason I know what he said was because he missed.

Published by Trudy Sobocienski

My blog, "Beyond Leadership" is a creative place to share my personal feelings and thoughts while working in leadership roles for a variety of Alaska Native organizations, both for and not-for profit entities. An incredible leader and mentor of mine once asked while we were in Washington, DC, "What happened to you between the ages of 7-10 that motivated you to serve in a native leadership capacity". I was struck by that poignant thought and as such, include actual entries from my mother and my diaries beginning in the early 1970's. I enjoy sharing these excerpts because it captures the parallels she and I were experiencing throughout life, from two separate worldviews. Hers as a young mother of four and mine as her eldest child. I have never came across a book on leadership that lays bare a leaders personal feelings, thoughts, hopes, fears and dreams they were experiencing. So for me, my goal is two-fold: 1. Share the incredible life my parents created for my siblings and I growing up in remote Alaska; and, 2) Sharing my humanity, through my personal diaries and journals, while serving as the youngest-ever President/CEO for the Alaska Native Health Board. There are passages that will include significant policy issues I was working on throughout my career and travels. There are many more passages that do not. I cannot speak for my mom's passages, because I am reading them as I share them here, with you; with her permission of course.

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