Dear Mr/Ms Editor April 21st. 1998
Eugene Register Guard
I read the special article written by one of the tenured 'fuzz balls' at the local Uof O's
Archeology Department last week concerning the dead 'Russian' they found along the
Columbia river that they are calling the Kennewick Man. At least we now know that 100
proof 'Stolies' vodka is a fine preservative. At 5,600 years old that old Siberian knew
his distiller. What I don't understand is why anyone, with a brain and mediocre knowledge
of pathology, would even consider this discovery, definitely Caucasian, a descendant
of Chief spitting Bull or any other Asian transplant. Memories of childhood are faint for
us that are still sucking on oxygen, so how can anyone believe that 'skin wearing moon
hooters' with no written language knows what happened a couple hundred years ago.
Especially since this populace, that cannot even run their own casinos, came across the
Aleutian Straits less than 2,000 years ago from the Asian continent after 'Leif' and his
buddies discovered Nova Scotia. It is proven by the skeletal studies done on the
dinner bones of some of the 'warriors' great battles that there is no evidence of the
'American' Indian prior to 1,000 AD.
Primitive peoples, today and yesterday, are decided by their ability to communicate. 'Ugh'
and 'Boola Boola' was not written by any worldly scholar I know and it was plain for the
discovers when they observed 'wall drawings' done in blackberry juice, that these people
were no challenge to the intellectual capabilities of the tool makers who fashioned
Kennewicks Mans hatchet. If you want to know the motive behind this move by the Asian
Transplants, think about the ramifications if it could be proven that the Kennewick man
was indeed a Siberian hunter who preceded the so-called 'first settlers' of the American
continent by a few thousand years. No Reservations, no casinos, no claims on fishing or
hunting rights and........the childlike arts and crafts so fervently embraced by our mono
sexed women, would be relegated to the Garage sale crowd.
John
Caudill
