Bingo Blues
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My name is Bertha and just recently, I�ve come to realise that I have an addiction to bingo; in fact, I fell in love with a bingo caller once. Ooh he was handsome. The public in my area has grown quite fond of calling me Bingo Bertha. You know, throughout my travels across Turtle Island, I�ve heard many good stories about what has fast become Anishinabe tradishun. In fact, I�ve known people who�d miss a good pow wow to instead dab fruitlessly under the B� 3, and N� 36. It surprises me that I�ve never heard a pow wow song about bingo. I bet bingo extremists would take of charging to the next pow wow if there ever was a song. My bingo compadres should be here soon, but before they get here, I just wanna say one more thing. Bingo is a sport. It sure is! I�ve seen many Ojibwe and Cree ladies with endurance, co-ordination, precision, and speed that far surpass the triathlon runner, or the heavy weight boxer. If bingo was ever to be recognised as an Olympic sport, you�d see that stadium just overwhelmed with Ojibwes and Crees and their reservations would gladly sponsor them. Miss Bingo Champion of the world would be carried off in a flurry of dabbers, bingo cards, and lucky souvenirs
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