Up in the Dakota plains, many of my people are taking a stand against the government... against senseless greed... all in the name of the almighty dollar who shall grace the world of but a small few that already have more money than any of us shall ever know... nor need. And it is not just the Indian Nations who are in peril. Once that pipeline breaks and the tar-sand oil spills millions of gallons into the mighty river, there shall be no fixing this damage in our lifetimes... perhaps the lifetimes of our children as well. If the second pipeline explosion in Georgia doesn't make us pause and think about this, then I feel there is no hope for mankind. There comes a time when we become numb and stupid to the devastation, death, greed, and corruption of the world around us. When we cease to care... we cease to be. Tonight I shall wear the warpaint and dance to Great Grandfather and implore upon the world to come to it's senses before it reaches the point when it becomes too late. Too late to stop what we've begun. Too late to save ourselves from ourselves.