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Posts Made By: Tony Aguire

December 8, 2011 10:34 AM Forum: Politics

Thats your Bush

Posted By Tony Aguire

December 12, 2011 05:49 PM Forum: No Holds Barred

Fanasy Politics...

Posted By Tony Aguire

So we have fantasy football...why not fantasy politics?

Pick your person for the below offices for your ideal gov'ment

Vice President
President Pro Tempore
Senate Majority Leader
Senate Minority Leader
Senate Minority Whip
Speaker of the House
House Majority Leader
House Majority Whip
House Minority Leader
House Minority Whip

Supreme Court Justices (9 total)

Just curious where y'all fall....

December 13, 2011 09:12 PM Forum: Politics

Latest poll

Posted By Tony Aguire

The latest poll supports what I have been saying all along...

Lots of info, all interesting. If you don't have the time, scroll down start reading from Q14a

December 18, 2011 11:50 PM Forum: Politics


Posted By Tony Aguire

I get pissed off when some people post here

Regiment, 2nd Brigade, Mounted Infantry, Cherokee Indian Removal, 1838-39.
This is my birthday, December 11, 1890, I am eighty years old today. I was born at Kings Iron
Works in Sulllivan County, Tennessee, December the 11th, 1810. I grew into manhood fishing
in Beaver Creek and roaming through the forest hunting the deer and the wild boar and the
timber wolf. Often spending weeks at a time in the solitary wilderness with no companions but
my rifle, hunting knife, and a small hatchet that I carried in my belt in all of my wilderness
On these long hunting trips I met and became acquainted with many of the Cherokee Indians,
hunting with them by day and sleeping around their camp fires by night. I learned to speak their
language, and they taught me the arts of trailing and building traps and snares. On one of my
long hunts in the fall of 1829, I found a young Cherokee who had been shot by a roving band
of hunters and who had eluded his pursuers and concealed himself under a shelving rock.
Weak from loss of blood, the poor creature was unable to walk and almost famished for water. I
carried him to a spring, bathed and bandaged the bullet wound, and built a shelter out of bark
peeled from a dead chestnut tree. I nursed and protected him feeding him on chestnuts and
toasted deer meat. When he was able to travel I accompanied him to the home of his people and
remained so long that I was given up for lost. By this time I had become an expert rifleman and
fairly good archer and a good trapper and spent most of my time in the forest in quest of game.
In the year 1828, a little Indian boy living on Ward creek had sold a gold nugget to a white
trader, and that nugget sealed the doom of the Cherokees. In a short time the country was
overrun with armed brigands claiming to be government agents, who paid no attention to the
rights of the Indians who were the legal possessors of the country. Crimes were committed that
were a disgrace to civilization. Men were shot in cold blood, lands were confiscated. Homes
were burned and the inhabitants driven out by the gold-hungry brigands.
Chief Junaluska was personally acquainted with President Andrew Jackson. Junaluska had
taken 500 of the flower of his Cherokee scouts and helped Jackson to win the battle of the
Horse Shoe, leaving 33 of them dead on the field. And in that battle Junaluska had drove his
tomahawk through the skull of a Creek warrior, when the Creek had Jackson at his mercy.

Chief John Ross sent Junaluska as an envoy to plead with President Jackson for protection for
his people, but Jackson�s manner was cold and indifferent toward the rugged son of the
forest who had saved his life. He met Junaluska, heard his plea but curtly said, "Sir, your
audience is ended. There is nothing I can do for you." The doom of the Cherokee was sealed.
Washington, D.C., had decreed that they must be driven West and their lands given to the
white man, and in May 1838, an army of 4000 regulars, and 3000 volunteer soldiers under
command of General Winfield Scott, marched into the Indian country and wrote the blackest
chapter on the pages of American history.

Men working in the fields were arrested and driven to the stockades. Women were dragged
from their homes by soldiers whose language they could not understand. Children were often
separated from their parents and driven into the stockades with the sky for a blanket and the
earth for a pillow. And often the old and infirm were prodded with bayonets to hasten them to
the stockades.

In one home death had come during the night. A little sad-faced child had died and was lying
on a bear skin couch and some women were preparing the little body for burial. All were
arrested and driven out leaving the child in the cabin. I don�t know who buried the body.

In another home was a frail mother, apparently a widow and three small children, one just a
baby. When told that she must go, the mother gathered the children at her feet, prayed a
humble prayer in her native tongue, patted the old family dog on the head, told the faithful
creature good-by, with a baby strapped on her back and leading a child with each hand started
on her exile. But the task was too great for that frail mother. A stroke of heart failure relieved her
sufferings. She sunk and died with her baby on her back, and her other two children clinging to
her hands.

Chief Junaluska who had saved President Jackson�s life at the battle of Horse Shoe
witnessed this scene, the tears gushing down his cheeks and lifting his cap he turned his face
toward the heavens and said, "Oh my God, if I had known at the battle of the Horse Shoe what I
know now, American history would have been differently written."

At this time, 1890, we are too near the removal of the Cherokees for our young people to fully
understand the enormity of the crime that was committed against a helpless race. Truth is, the
facts are being concealed from the young people of today. School children of today do not
know that we are living on lands that were taken from a helpless race at the bayonet point to
satisfy the white man's greed.

Future generations will read and condemn the act and I do hope posterity will remember that
private soldiers like myself, and like the four Cherokees who were forced by General Scott to
shoot an Indian Chief and his children, had to execute the orders of our superiors. We had no
choice in the matter.

Twenty-five years after the removal it was my privilege to meet a large company of the
Cherokees in uniform of the Confederate Army under command of Colonel Thomas. They were
encamped at Zollicoffer and I went to see them. Most of them were just boys at the time of the
removal but they instantly recognized me as "the soldier that was good to us". Being able to
talk to them in their native language I had an enjoyable day with them. From them I learned that
Chief John Ross was still ruler in the nation in 1863. And I wonder if he is still living? He was a
noble-hearted fellow and suffered a lot for his race.

Chief John Ross was my Great Great Grandfather. My grandfather was from the res in OK, my grandmother from VA....Both pure Cherokee...with a different and very bitter perspective.

I know a racist when I hear and see one. there are to many on this forum for it to be relevant.

December 21, 2011 12:58 AM Forum: My Favorite WIMP.COM or YOUTUBE.COM


Posted By Tony Aguire

I remember hearing this tune live (by Type O) at the Living Room (since burned down) in Providence RI '96. The mosh pit was awesome,the opening band was Capital Punishment...walked out of there *ed up with some bruises but had a good time grin

January 14, 2012 12:19 AM Forum: Politics

Another independant on the fence...Ron Paul 2012?

Posted By Tony Aguire

IF Ron Paul gets the nomination...I could and may vote for him...would you?

February 1, 2012 02:23 PM Forum: Politics

Don't expect government to shrink much...

Posted By Tony Aguire

Under Romney

February 11, 2012 11:39 PM Forum: My Favorite WIMP.COM or YOUTUBE.COM


Posted By Tony Aguire

maybe? this belongs on the politics forum... Popcorn Sutton is a good friend...Why should he be regulated...?

Watch the videos through.....

A good old American having fun.....shut down.
God rest his soul Popcorn Sutton...RIP...

February 19, 2012 10:41 PM Forum: Pet Pics

February 20, 2012 10:33 PM Forum: No Holds Barred

its not natural...

Posted By Tony Aguire