Crazy Horse (Lakota: Tȟašúŋke Witkó, lit. 'His-Horse-Is-Crazy'; c. 1840 – September 5, 1877) was born as a member of the Oglala Lakota on Rapid Creek about 40 miles northeast of Thunderhead Mt. (now Crazy Horse Mountain) in c. 1840. He took up arms against the United States federal government to fight against encroachment by white American settlers on Native American territory and to preserve the traditional way of life of the Lakota people. His participation in several famous battles of the Black Hills War on the northern Great Plains, among them the Fetterman Fight in 1866, in which he acted as a decoy, and the Battle of the Little Bighorn in 1876, in which he led a war party to victory, earned him great respect from both his enemies and his own people.He was killed at Fort Robinson, Nebraska, by a soldier around midnight on September 5, 1877.
The son of a medicine man, Crazy Horse spent the early years of his life raised by the women of his tiospaye or family. Once Crazy Horse was old enough he set out on one of the most important rites of passage to a Lakota warrior…the Vision Quest (Hanbleceya – "crying for a vision” or "to pray for a spiritual experience"). This rite of passage gave Crazy Horse guidance on his path in life. He went alone into the hills for four days without food or water and cried for a dream to the great spirits.
By the time Crazy Horse was in his mid-teens he was already a full-fledged warrior. His bravery and prowess in battle were well-known by the Lakota people. He rode into battle with a single hawk feather in his hair, a rock behind his ear, and a lightning symbol on his face. The symbols and rituals that went into preparing for war provided the warrior power and protection.
In 1876, Crazy Horse led a band of Lakota warriors against Custer’s Seventh U.S. Cavalry battalion. They called this the Battle of the Little Bighorn also known as Custer’s Last Stand and the Battle of the Greasy Grass. Custer, 9 officers, and 280 enlisted men, all lay dead after the fighting was over. According to tribes who participated in the battle, 32 Indians were killed. Without Crazy Horse and his followers the battle’s outcome would have been much different as he was integral in stopping reinforcements from arriving.
It was after the Battle of the Little Bighorn that the United States Government would send scouts to round up any Northern Plains tribes who resisted. This forced many Indian Nations to move across the country, always followed by soldiers, until starvation or exposure would force them to surrender. This is how Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce and Sitting Bull of the Hunkpapa Lakota were forced into submission.
In 1877, under a flag of truce, Crazy Horse went to Fort Robinson. Negotiations with U.S. Military leaders stationed at the Fort broke down. Eyewitnesses blame the breakdown in negotiations on the translator who incorrectly translated what Crazy Horse said. Crazy Horse was quickly escorted toward the jail. Once he realized that the commanding officers were planning on imprisoning him, he struggled and drew his knife. Little Big Man, friend and fellow warrior of Crazy Horse, tried to restrain him. As Crazy Horse continued to free himself, an infantry guard made a successful lunge with a bayonet and mortally wounded the great warrior. Crazy Horse died shortly after the mortal wound was inflicted. There are different accounts putting the date of his death around midnight September 5, 1877.
It is a well-known fact that Crazy Horse refused to have his picture or likeness taken. Crazy Horse lived under the assumption that by taking a picture a part of his soul would be taken and his life would be shortened. The popular response to photograph requests would be, “Would you imprison my shadow too?”
Sculptor Korczak Ziolkowski decided to create a monument that captured Crazy Horse’s likeness based on the descriptions provided to honor the principles and values for which Native Americans stood and to honor all the indigenous people of North America. With Crazy Horse riding his steed out of the granite of the sacred Black Hills with his left hand gesturing forward in response to the derisive question asked by a Cavalry man, “Where are your lands now?” Crazy Horse replied, “My lands are where my dead lie buried.”
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i'm normally a pretty angry type of commie but the way liberals are responding to Muslim Americans not wanting to vote for genocide in Palestine is making my blood absolutely fucking boil
On a theoretical level I realize that hating liberals more only makes sense from a bannable perspective (acceleration), but god damn they make it difficult not to hate them more.
They put themselves on a moral pedestal and take selfies to post on the gram and brag about how woke they are all the while calling us out for saying “hey, maybe we shouldn’t organize society in a way that forced children to mine the rare earths your ~~phone~~ self-aggrandizement device is made out of”
Fuck liberals, all my comrades hate liberals.
They only have a single mode of organizing, and it's "Shaming minorities into upholding the status quo"
You don’t like being oppressed? Vote for us and we’ll make sure they can’t kill you without getting cancelled temporarily. What do you mean that doesn’t change anything? Nothing is going to fundamentally change. We can’t risk the pax americana
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Me, fantasizing about tiger dropping these bastards
Wait, look at the source text on that, how is it just
:kiryu-pain:Everything is source text on the app I use, wdym?
Well I'm using the webapp and despite that emoji not linking to an image in any way it's still appearing. Wait lemme try something
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maybe it’s the unpurged brainworms of living in a Protestant country that achieved peak moralism outside of temporary city states, BUT
Nah dude, if I was being a cold rational utilitarian I’d still think it’s important to hate the fascists more. They are the ones we need to kill when the time comes.
The hating liberals more was venting, I think it comes from being exposed to them constantly. Idk. I phrased the original the way I didn’t because I’m pretty sure it is a personal failing on my part since my privilege insulates me enough to make that a vibe that even occurs in my mind.
I think of fascists as being basically a weather phenomena. i don't respect their beliefs, I don't respect them as people, I'm not really concerned with their health and well being beyond a very basic human dignity level. They're the same kind of obstacle as a fallen tree or a live wire - Dangerous, but something to be dealt with impersonally and efficiently.
Libs, on the other hand, profess to believe the same things as me (sometimes) while actively preventing me from solving any real problems. They understand what the problems are, claim to care about those problems, and prevent me from implementing the simple and well established solutions to those problems. And for that I hate them.
Well said, you’ve got me on that point.
Utterly smug, utterly callous, utterly convinced of their own moral superiority, yet too cowardly to just come out and admit that what they want is for us to suffer until we see the liberal light and beg for their forgiveness. A million Seldowitzes, all of em. Ftu.