Just plain crazy. Hoarse.


Since I was talking about legal immigrants yesterday, how apropos that this should come up today.

Illegal Immigrants. The “caravan” of immigrants have been out of the President’s sighting scope the past few days, because Russia is blocking his view.

But let’s talk about illegal immigrants. Or pots, calling kettles names. Or perhaps the most of us should be calling a ticket agent and booking a flight to our homelands.

Because today marks the death of Crazy Horse. He died by a bayonet wound, on this day, in 1877. Now HE truly was a native to this land. He was born here, and so were his ancestors. For about 20,000 years running. If anyone had a right to this land, it was him. And them.

But white men sailed from Europe. And just because their ship came to shore, they figured this land is your land, this land is my land, from California, to the Redwood Forest. Those Pilgrims. Those Tighty Whiteys.

Those European Newbies decided the Indians were different from them, that they were savages. And by God, the savages were like animals. And they did not have any right to this land.

So. They pulled out their guns. And they shot the all the Buffalo. And then they shot all the Indians. Well, almost all. The ones they let live, were marched under horrific conditions to concentration camps, where they were beaten and mistreated, and finally, instructed to live out the rest of their miserable lives.

So yes. Crazy Horse, whose real name was Tȟašúŋke Witkó, was pretty pissed off about the prospects of his future. He was born on December 4, 1840, in Nebraska. His nationality was Oglala Lakota. And he became a War Leader for them.

He took up arms again the U.S. Government, who was taking his people’s lives, and their land. He got together with a bunch of fellow Indian Chiefs. Like Sitting Bull. They decided the only way they could live their lives, was to put up a resistance to the encroachment on the White Armies.

That Crazy Horse. He led a war party to victory over George Armstrong Custer at the Battle of the Little Bighorn in June 1876. The altercation became famously known as “Custer’s Last Stand”. And Custer’s famous last words? “Can we have a do-over?”

Regardless, after all the effort to stave off the military, the Indians eventually had to surrender. This coming after January 8, 1877. That is when Crazy Horse’s warriors fought their last major battle at Wolf Mountain, against the US Cavalry in the Montana Territory.

They did not fare so well, and his people struggled through the winter. They were weakened by hunger and the long cold. Crazy Horse decided to surrender with his band to protect them, and went to Fort Robinson in Nebraska.

He was kept there, and by terms of the agreement, forced to learn the way of the White Man. The story is a bit involved. But. After a few months, he was put under formal arrest. He tried to get out of there. And that is when he got stabbed by bayonet.

There is a swirl of controversy and detail concerning his death, and I can’t relay the whole story book here. So, Google is our friend, if you want more details. In fact, one can spend an entire day reading about he atrocities and crimes against the Native American populations. Historically, and currently.

The Indians will never be granted their rightful ownership. It just won’t happen. And here we are, the sons and daughters of the illegal immigrants in this story.

And here we are.

If you feel the least bit guilty about all of this, relax. We’ll all be Russian in a few years.



“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
― Albert Einstein


“War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.”
― George Orwell, 1984


“God created war so that Americans would learn geography.”
― Mark Twain


“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.”
― Voltaire