Reel Wamps

Come along little Tauntonians

Big day today for that crack team of Cromwellian political operatives lead by Brooke  Scannell who “loves to win.” This is an important moment because for the first time we will see what’s happened to  the $500k she was given to win over the Tauntonians. They’re paying about 35 tribal members  $150 to canvas and work the polls for a day.  That’s pretty good money… too bad they can’t find a way to help the members instead of themselves more often.

Scannell, who has  had a minimal career, seems to be a happy go lucky girl…recently married, and now sitting on a great nest egg…..congrats Brooke.  Do you feel guilty at all ?   Just kidding, course not.

Look who’s in charge of the Natives at the Taunton election side show….the totally trustworthy Patricia Kelliinui.  Patricia Keliinui who allowed Joanne, Ca and Carol Lopez to steal the 2009 tribal election right under her nose.  Now she faces a challenge or rather a demand for documents to prove the elusive sign in sheets weren’t doctored.  No word on that 6 month old request from Nellie Hicks…it’s languishing in Howard Cooper’s tribal court.

Obviously they can’t produce the documents. Of  Course Marietta Scott, the ” court clerk” says Robert Mills will be the judge of that demand.  Marietta, just stop talking okay. You know damned good and well Robert Mills is not going to risk his career fooling with that mystery court of no jurisdiction. You’ve been stalling Nellie for 6 months. That is when you come to work…which is almost never.  That heavy docket is overwhelming ain’t it?  No more tribal members to make fools of in the court without jurisdiction?

Anyway…election day is always exciting. Paula Peters will be over there bossing everyone around. Be sure to take pictures of  Patricia K trying to order those Mashpee around. Great photo op eh Brooke?

Just when we thought that all the runaway bear hoohaw was all done, now we hear that Mashpee has its own mysterious traveler.   Local environmentalists believe that the creature, thought to inhabit the uplands near Shoestring Bay, has been tracked heading west on the power lines that cross Mashpee and parallel Route 151.  One Mashpee High School employee reports that a strange critter was seen raiding a dumpster behind the cafeteria before it ambled away toward Old Barnstable Road.

Subsequent sightings were made near Plum Hollow and Hayway Roads.  At last reports, the mysterious creature was seen on Carriage Shop Road, nervously walking around in circles and peering into the windows of a house just north of Old Barnstable Road.  Bizarre.

You are known by the company you keep. Yeecchhh!!!

Speaking of  bizarre creatures, has anyone seen or heard from Paula?  Now that Glenn is home, what is going on with her?  Will she continue her bizarre behavior, or will she choose to fade into the woodwork where she belongs?  Everyone who knows the history of her “Fatal Attraction” obsession toward Glenn will tell you that it is not likely that anything will change.  Not only did she and her minions do their worst to get Glenn out of office, and  into prison, Paula actually tried to destroy Glenn’s family with her insanity.  Paula Peters, she-devil, narcissist, liar.

Mr. Lugnuts hisself

Speaking of liars, I wonder about another skulking critter-about-town, Peter Kenney.  Ol’ Pete, AKA Lugnuts, fancies himself a journalist, but he is far from it.  Pete is nothing more, at least concerning our Tribe, than a purveyor of half-truths and outright lies.  He did not have the courage to back up his assertions, but used the old tried and true method of posing it as a question, thus: “did Peter Kenney’s wife die because he loosened the lug nuts on her car?”  See, I did not accuse him of it, I merely asked if the rumor was true.

I had wondered where Petey had gotten his “information” from, other than from Paula.  I stopped wondering when I personally saw him emerging from the driveway of Fish House Hill, the palatial estate of one Amelia Peters Bingham, aunt of Paula Peters and first cousin of Glenn Marshall’s mother.  It gets dizzyingly complicated.

Community Center Project Director (we’re guessing this is his title ) David Weeden did a shout out to tribal construction workers for the mystery project that may or may not happen.  He asked tribal construction workers to send in their resumes.  Now, I  don’t know any construction workers that have resumes handy, but I guess they can throw something together.

Oh yah, he said that they’ll find something for unemployed tribal members to do too…but tribal members  will have first shot at jobs with construction companies, ( which means they will be White and somehow connected to Mark Harding) followed by other Natives.  Judging by how the Narragansett and Pequot have taken over our Pow Wow, (better known as the Indian Circus where all kinda people wear costumes)….  That ought to be fascinating.

The Providence unions whose members have  been holding up pro casino signs don’t trust Cedric. They want a written contract with the tribe that promises them the work. Well the Council snickered when the great team of lawyers came up with a letter for the unions  that said a lotta nothing.  The Chinese are still running whatever results from this stumble bumble along debacle…..because their lawyers have drafted that legal document that Cedric will sign on our behalf.

They will hire who they please …. so hold on to those resumes.

Run, bear, run!

Cape Cod is in the midst of a frenzy of bear sightings.  It seems that somehow a wild black bear made it across the Cape Cod Canal  or the bridge without even being stopped and asked for identification.  Bears and wolves did once roam throughout southeastern New England, over two hundred years ago, but hunting and loss of  habitat that came with the advance of colonization drove them to extinction here.

Well, he’s back!  We now have what seems, at least from the grainy, distant photos so far, a bear running for all he’s worth.  What he’s after is open to speculation, but bears don’t need much more than territory, food, and a mate.  All very well, but who is this bear?

Could this be our very own Running Bear, hellbent on a course that leads nowhere?  Or maybe he’s headed for the Chatham B’ars Inn on a quest for the perfect destination resort.  All he has to do is attach a slots shack and voilà, instant casino—easy, breezy, Mattakeesy!  What’s more, we can prove that some of the original inhabitants of Chatham migrated to Mashpee in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.  There’s our connection.

Whoever he is, good luck.  Run, bear, run!

Pago Pago eh Cedric?

Herrin’: “Everytime Reel Wamps busts Cedric he sends a letter out or somethin’. ”

Roe: ” I know it.  Now his behind is hiding in the trailer.  He moved back in weeks ago.  That cost $7,000 for the phone to be reconnected and the internet.”

Herrin’ : ”  Well boy, don’t you know he’s one of them monarchs. He’s powerful and important. But man that Wampaleaks is working his behind ova like a bulldozer !”

Roe:” Ya they are and them Chinamen want their money back if he blows this casino scam.  Where’s all them permits he says he’s gut for the Community  Building ? That damned dumpsta costs money don’t ya know.  Sittin out front like he’s goin’ to do somethin to the council building.”

Herrin’: ” Ain’t no permits to build or tear down. Ain’t no money from USDA.  Just some more lies to try to cover up.”

Roe: ” They sent out bid requests for demolition and construction to every member of the tribe.  We probably got 10 people with companies that can do that kinda work.  One household got 10 pieces….even the kids got a letter. All to try to look like they’re gonna do something on 55 acres.”

Herrin’: ” Foolish boy. Foolish. But I gut one worse than that.  They got Bobby ” I ain’t got my GED either” Foster, in charge of an auction of tribal equipment and utilities. He’s gut a new title don’t ya know. Office Services and Tribal Assets Manager he is.”

Roe: ” Jezzzzzzus.  Bobby?  Who would put Bobby in charge of money or assets?  Sherlock Holmes is still looking for his 2008 Pow Wow Report.”

Herrin’: ” Come on, come on boy…. Since Cedric’s gang took over the only asset we had was Slow Turtle’s statue, and Nita stole that.”

Roe: ” Shoot that thing is gonzo.  You’re right. I know.  But what about that Sunday meetin’ ? It was sickening.  He kept talking about the Community Building, that he can’t get the permits for.  The Chinaman sitting there lookin’ upset.  Markie and Aaron in the corner lookin’ at the floor.  Aaron lickin’ his lips ferociously. Tah Tah left early and went and sat in the corner at  Dino’s …sun glasses on….drink in hand.  Only 25 people showed up.  The front row was full of White people nobody knew.”

Herrin’: ” Most likely those people who would come into genealogy and tell Patty and Eleanor their grandmother was an Indian princess and show them a picture of somebody with black hair. Thanks Jessie Little Doe whateva whateva.”

Roe: ” Hey, even Glenn Marshall’s sworn enemies stood up and told Cedric he was horrible and that Glenn took good care of tribal members and we got nothing to show from Cedric but mess.”

"I'll never come outta the trailer."

Herrin’: “Who don’t know that.  Listen I think Cedric’s smart enough to boot it outta here.”

Roe: ” Well, normally you know, I would argue with ya, but after that meltdown at Taunton….Pago Pago looks mighty good to him right now.”

Herrin’: ” Oh ya, I forgot about all them Pago Pago plane tickets.  Hey, ya think he’ll take Cheryl TFL with him when he skips town?”

Roe: ” Hell no boy, he told Brook Scannell he was leavin’ Cheryl to attend to her Turkey Buzzards, and that awful Buzzard Crown she made for him.”

Herrin’: ” No shaaaaaa!”