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The injun reserves of the James Bay Frontier in North Ontario are cesspits of everything debauched and defective in the world today.

Incest, statutory rape, squaw beatings, sexual assault and heavy substance issues. The need to take leave of the senses is so controlling that the number one choice of brain melt is from inhaling the fumes of boiling gasoline. Everyone gathers in the kitchen where a pot of gasoline on top the stove is brought to a boil emitting a noxious vapor of which is deeply inhaled, even hyperventilating whilst standing on a chair closer to the concentration of fumes near the ceiling. This is how teepee rats party.

I'd wager a bundle that the squaw being pawed around by the polar bear up in Fort Severn was cerebrally crippled in some form or another and guaranteed the teepee rat who jumped the bear to "save his wife", was stoned to fuck. FYI...no fucking Indian is going to jump a polar bear to save a squaw, fuck I remember one year going through the Pic Mobert reserve north of White River and 6 drunken FBI (fucking big indian) were punching and kicking the living shit out of this squaw, they circled her and stripped off her clothes and layed a beating on her and for about a good half hr, we had to get to a crew on the CP Railine and I hour back we drive right past the squaw and she's still taking the boots to her body. NO FUCKING TEEPEE RAT IS GOING TO JUMP A POLAR BEAR TO SAVE A SQUAW.

IN FACT I THINK THE STORY IS BULLSHIT, POLAR BEARS ARE KILLERS AND A HUMAN IS A CHUNK OF BOLOGNA TO THEM...I THINK EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH THIS TALE IS STONED ON FUMES.