Poor Geoff “Grim Reaper” Morris. It isn't easy to endure public humiliation and ridicule, but when it comes to
rampant narcissim ridding the world of those horrid GMOs,
it's a cross he gladly bears.
So he made one last check of his costume:
before venturing into the lions' den — a Chamber of Commerce meeting where farmers and others were
discussing the future of ag plotting to poison the aina.
You can watch the video here. [Oh, looks like he was embarrassed and/or worried about being charged with trespassing so he took the video down.]
As Grim Geoff notes, “no words needed!”
Indeed. But rude, disresprectful and downright stupid are a few that come immediately to mind. Really? You think it's OK to crash a private event and make A in a tacky costume?
And then post a photo of how your kid — why drag him along to witness your idiocy? — supposedly got his arm scratched in the fracas you created:
Waaah. Next comes the pile-on from all those outraged about the wrong thing:
Surprising to see county recycling coordinator Allison Fraley endorsing such shenanigans. I always thought she had more brains and class than that. This really adds a lot of credibility to your position, Allison. I'm sure the Council-Mayor will look so favorably upon you next time you appear before them.
Of course, not everyone was drinking the Kool-Aid:
Yeah, and beware the GMO candy. Not to mention the GMOs in your costume, Grim.
Earlier in the day, poor Grim was crying because nobody wanted to crash the party with him:
Yeah, they don't vote, farm or do anything to either help the community or advance their supposed political and social goals. But they're always ready for another march.
What's sad is when politicians fall for this crap and think they're responding to a valid constituency, instead of a lot of loud-mouthed posers who are off to the next high profile event:
#Weweremaunakea, #nowwearenorthdakota, #weareindigenouswannabees, #weareposers, #paymywaytoprotest, #trying2bcool.
Or in the case of Babes Against Biotech president Nomi Carmoma, #talkingbubbles:
Hmm. I'm not sure if she's suffering from Millennial angst, or if she just got too high.
Speaking of angst, I've been trying to understand the complexities of the conflict over the Dakota pipeline, ever since I bought a ledger art painting from Darryl Growing Thunder, an Assiniboine-Sioux, at the Santa Fe Indian Market.
After he explained the symbolism of the painting, he asked if he could keep it a little longer, as some of the tribes he'd visited enroute to New Mexico wanted to use it for posters and tee-shirts at the protest. I said sure, and then started educating myself more about the dispute.
I saw that Democracy Now! has been giving it a lot of coverage, but after seeing the bullshit they produced about the GMO situation in Hawaii, I no longer even look at that site.
Earthjustice, meanwhile, is representing the Indians, which is totally in keeping with the group's MO of suing only government agencies and milking those lawsuits for donations. Can you imagine how much hay Earthjustice will make out of supporting the Indians? Who do seem to have a legit complaint, about not only the pipeline, but so many other wrongs done to them by the government.
But will Earthjustice actually be looking out for the best interest of the Indians as they feather their own nest? It's yet another example of an elitist group of white people using the Indians for their own purposes.
And now the Indians willl have some of the comical “aloha aina warriors” descending upon their encampment, posting selfies alongside teepees, eating their food, drinking their water, taking up space, using resources, and then moving on when it gets cold, uncomfortable or their cellphone batteries wear out.
When you've seen the liars, cheaters, phonies and posers up close, it's hard to really trust anyone anymore. With so many actors in the mix, authenticity has become almost as rare, and cherished, as silence and starry skies.