For months, I’ve thought about getting a fishing license from the Choctaw Nation, as I have mostly decided that, for the first time since I was a teenager, to take the sport back up and get out there on Oklahoma’s waters and, hopefully, figure out some of these issues of forced masculinity that I continually wrestle with.
But, as soon as I was in a popular sporting goods store looking for a new rod and reel, news came out over the wire that Gov. Kevin Stitt, in his constant temper tantrum with the Indigenous populace of Oklahoma, announced that he would not renew the state’s current hunting and fishing license agreements with the Cherokee and Choctaw Nations.
Fuck.
Still smarting—and possibly will be until he’s forcibly ousted from office, hopefully, come election year—from the Supreme Court decision in the McGirt case, like the weasel he is, he came out of his dark hole to say that his decision to end them was made for the benefit of all Oklahomans.
From Yahoo! News:
