Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 61 - Chief Crazy Horse

Episode Date: November 13, 2017

Chief Crazy Horse. Pride of the Lakota people. Brilliant military tactician who handed the US Military it’s two greatest losses ever delivered at the hands of the Sioux Nation. Who was this fearless warrior and who were his people? Why did he fight? Why was the process of integration between white European settlers and American Indians so terribly complicated? Why am I saying “American Indian” instead of “Native American”? All of this and so much more in today’s enlightening and entertaining episode of Timesuck. Timesuck is brought to you today by The Partially Examined Life Philosophy Podcast. Philosophy made fun and explained in a way you can actually enjoy and understand! Get the podcast on iTunes - The Partially Examined Life - or go to partiallyexaminedlife.com Timesuck is also brought to you by by the socially conscious on-line fantastic mattress store LEESA! Go to www.leesa.com/timesuckto get $100 off of one of their incredible mattresses and help both the environment and the homeless while doing so! Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast

Chief crazy horse, pride of the Lakota people, brilliant military tactician who handed the US military its two greatest losses ever delivered at the hands of the Sue nation. Who was this fearless warrior and who was people? Why did he fight? Why was the process of integration between white European settlers and American Indians so terribly complicated? Why am I saying American Indian instead of Native American? All of this is so much more

in today's enlightening and entertaining episode of Time Suck. You're listening to Time Suck. Yeah. Welcome Time Suckers, happy Monday, and thank you once again for tuning into the suck. So many entertainment options out there. So grateful you let this one into your life each week. Love that you're loving the cult of the curious and today's time suck has brought to you

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Yeah. And now enjoy Chief Crazy Horse in episode. The fantastic Lily Twins. Rebecca and Sarah OG members of the Bo Jangles research team research phenom's gave me a wealth of info to get started with. All right, we are gonna talk about Chief Crazy Horse. I promise. I have energy actually today. It's for a suck of an in a while and a full night's sleep doing it at home in the studio. Oh, and by the

way, I forgot to say the other things. I'm getting a real studio going here, putting the lease, getting the lease started this week. So excited to build that. Can I get all new equipment and make it a fun little clubhouse? And yeah, I mean, I'll have more info in future episodes, but the suck is moving forward. Okay, but crazy horse, goddamn it. But first, we have to lay down some context. History just don't make no sense without no context. I saw someone posted a comment a while ago about an episode saying something like,

ugh, more tangents than ever in this episode. Yes, there are a lot of tangents in all of these episodes, negative Nancy, because I'm not throwing these episodes out there for people who are already experts in that particular topic. Nah, motherfucker, these episodes are for everyone else. Don't get me wrong, if you're an expert,

I do hope you enjoy and listen. But do so understanding the rest of us time suckers might need to be brought up to speed. On some shit you may already know. So cool, you're fucking jets, okay? Before we examine the life of chief crazy horse and I start throwing around a lot of terms, let's examine an important point regarding one of these terms,

some touchy nomenclature, specifically the Indian versus Native American, Native American terminology debate. I will not be referring to Chief Crazy Horse or anyone else in this episode, at least not intentionally, as Native American. I'm going to instead use the term American Indian, and I'll explain why I've made that choice. It comes from a place of research and respect. Until recently, I thought Native American was the most respectful way, hands down to refer to someone who was, you know, well, Native American. Outside of referring to them as a member of their tribe, specific tribe, and for some American Indians, it still is definitely, but not all. Thanks to an episode of a partial exam in life, the partial exam in life podcast, part one of a

two-parter called relating to American Indian philosophy, where Brian Burkhart, an American Indian studies professor at Cal State Northridge, is interviewed and listening to him speak, I learned it's a complicated issue. Brian states that a lot of scholars now hesitate using the term Native American, and that the safer term is American Indian. The reason being that Native American can sound like someone is native to America, but in truth many tribe members identify as being native to their nation, which existed before America, such as the Shawnee, Cherokee, Seneca, etc.

They're native to that nation, not native to America. And that's an important distinction for many people. And I know that goes against what I was taught, that the term Indian was a derogatory, a man language, man language, semantic, so tricky. We're all these breathing sacks of meat with all these thoughts regarding what we feel is right and appropriate and important to us. We all have our own individual dreams, goals, needs, desires, feelings, and we're constantly trying to express them to all these other meat sacks, walking amongst us, who have their own thoughts and goals and everything else. And the message is rarely conveyed with 100% accuracy. Language has evolved to make it possible

to convey everything as best we can, but it never quite sums up exactly what you're feeling. I mean, I take the word love. Think about how often we say it. I love the Dodgers. I love my mom. I love my dad. I love this person. I just started knocking it out with three weeks ago. I love Jesus. I love to play with my weener in the shower I love room the jewels. I love a woman with tattoos and heels with fishnet stockings exact same word very different Meanings when said in those very different ways, you know, you don't love a sports team the way you love someone sexually or love a family member I love a concept or love a religious person, you know? I love hope. I love hope. You have assigned different meanings to that one word,

but you know, but they're similar, but not exact. And the way you express love, if you're a very emotional person, is also not going to be the way you express love, if you're a very like stoic person, for example. And that's going to be different than the way you express love, if you're mentally ill, necrophiliac, you know? For one kind words, nurturing behavior, physical affection, supportive gestures

for another person, how they express love, sexual molestation of a rotting corpse for a third person. That's how they express love. Tomato, tomato, penis and a rotting butthole. Anywho, I think it's a semantics issue is going on with the terms Native American and American Indian. Some American Indians do not like the word Native American for the reasons I described. Some don't like Indian because they feel it refers to someone from India or because of historical

derogatory usage. And they don't want American Indian because they identify with their tribe or nation more than the American nation. So basically no matter what term you use, there's a good chance you're going to offend someone. So all you can do is understand what each term means to various tribe members and make your own decision of which term to use in a public setting like this one. I think I get it as much as a white guy who doesn't have any real trigger words as far as my identity go can get it. To understand it a little more, get more than one professor's perspective on it. I did Google Native American or Indian

and was led to an article on a website called Indian Country Medical Indian Country Media Network.com written by author Amanda Blackhorse called do you prefer Native American or American Indian six prominent voices respond Amanda by the way is a psychiatric social worker living in Phoenix who is raised in the Arizona portion of the Navajo nation The largest land area retained by Native American tribe in the United States, covering portions of Arizona, New Mexico, Utah, total population of roughly 340,000. Black horse was leading plane if in a Supreme Court trial trying to get the Washington

Redskins a while back to change their name, feeling as many do that the term Redskin was racist. And is racist. The court decided in favor of the Red skins and the NFL by the way. And this claim is over. Amanda claims she was motivated to file this lawsuit when she went to achieve first as Redskins game at Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City where she says that go back to your reservation.

We won. You lost. Get over it. Go get drunk. And so many different slurs were uttered. I've experienced races in my lifetime. She said, but to see it outwardly and nobody did anything it was shocking pretty fucked up But that's true and I have no reason to believe Amanda has lied about that like I'm gonna person yells shit like that

Some poor woman And ignorant asshole that's who and idiot of the internet and we're gonna see what some of them have to say real soon We won get over it. What's it fuck you? I don't think any American Indian is claiming that the US government didn't defeat them in battle. No mentally fit person is claiming that because that's it's just not true just historically and obviously not true. The US government and its military absolutely won. But what's wrong with still respecting your heritage? What's wrong with still you know keeping your culture alive? Why can't instead of insisting that someone let go of their minority culture status and submit to the majority culture, you know, in totality,

why can't you just let them dress and talk and identify how they'd prefer? You know, if we're gonna ask American Indians, stop wearing traditional headdresses and clothes, stop speaking their languages, stop being proud of their heritage. Okay, well, let's get rid of St. Paddy's Day. Let's fucking get it out of here. No more parades, alright? Go back to Ireland. You fucking ginger mother fuckers. This is America. You leprechauns, not part of Europe. No more Cinco de Mayo celebrations. Uh, uh, nope. Put the case of the Addown Paco, pick up the goddamn hotdog. Take out to some braero and put on this baseball hat. No more black pride. Uh, uh, uh, uh, no more October festival. Shit. Right. This isn't Africa, this isn't Germany.

Everybody needs to get eat apple pie, watch baseball, and shut the fuck up. Get out of here. That's horrible. By the way, as I'm saying that, I was thinking about my tirade right there being taken, lifted completely out of context, and just put out for people to listen to,

like, this is what damn things about every race in America. Now it's fucking ridiculous, though, and do like this is what damn things about every race in America. Now it's ridiculous though, to expect someone to get rid of their culture, you know, when everybody else gets to celebrate theirs, it's fucking ass night. So why am I going again with American Indian? Well, because of Amanda's interviews, Bobby Wilson was one, he's a member of the system, Wapten Su tribe, or system Wapten,

excuse me, Su tribe from South Dakota, and his most famous for being a member of the five-piece comedy troop to 1491s, which you can find there stuff on the web. He appeared on the Daily Show, which John Stewart a while back, and he says, I say Indian a lot.

I'm around many natives all the time and using Indian seems to be universal and others can identify with it. Bobby also said, he understands the conflict and feelings native people have with the terms Indian and Native American, but he states, when I say Indian

It doesn't take anything away from me some people for some people it may I'm comfortable with myself and with it He also stated he doesn't mind being referred to as American Indian and references the national Congress of American Indians and the like whom also use that term and then there's Douglas Miles Douglas Miles is the owner at Apache skateboards based in San Carlos Apache Indian reservation or on it based in San Carlos Apache Indian Reservation or on it and is San Carlos Apache and a Kimo Udham. Douglas is also an artist, designer, curator, mirrorless, public speaker and he said,

I refer to myself as American Indian. I also refer to myself as Native American. I'm comfortable with both of them. Doug then goes on to say, what would be the better title is first Americans, because in reality, we are the first Americans. So there you go. Other interviews with American Indians who did not like the term Indian.

There was other interviews with American Indians who did not like the term American. But when referring to the collective body of the various tribes who inhabit it and still inhabit North America, you gotta say something, gotta have a word, gotta have a term. And for me, that term is gonna be American Indians.

So there you go. And that's just me. But let's see what other people prefer with some idiots of the internet. [♪ Music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background haven't been to YouTube lately. Holy shit. So many dumb motherfucking mouth-readers, we need to eradicate immediately if the world suddenly gets dangerously low on resources. You know, one day we just don't have enough food for everyone and we have to let certain portion

of the population starve. We need to use YouTube, I think, to determine who no longer gets to eat and live. You know, die trolls die. You space wasting piles of worthless shit. I went to a well-produced and thoughtful YouTube video titled Should You Say Native American or American Indian posted in 2016 hosted by Laura Ling, a video viewed over 100,000 times,

and my blood pressure rose to a dangerous level almost immediately. The second I saw the comments below it. First comment listed, posted by YouTube user, Jake Anderson, and I apologize for the offensive language. It's not mine is, quote, which is more correct, African-American or NIGA. Fuck you, Jake. I hope immediately after posting that comment,

your doctor called to let you know you had a cancerous tumor in your little dick. Why the fuck? It's such a fucking stupid to do this. It's not funny. It's not cute. You know, it's just ignorant. It's really ignorance. You know, God, and if you do think that it still is really funny, man, you gotta let that, you gotta let that, we gotta evolve past that, man. You gotta evolve past. It's not funny. A couple comments down. Another idiot reveals himself, user Sarvish Chidokkar, typing, I am from India and then all caps. We are the Indians, lowercase,

and in the back to all caps, fuck you. What? Why are you mad at American Indians for trying to decide which of two terms they never agreed to be called in the first place is the least offensive to them. Oh, yeah, I know why, Sarveeach, because you're fucking idiot. What do you talk about like misdirected anger? Then there's user Franz Hackford.

He soon joins the idiocracy stating, it doesn't matter at all. Anyone who complains about how we should call a group of people are idiot, social justice warriors. Seriously, just doesn't matter at all. Man, doesn't matter at all. What a group is called. Any old term is okay. Is that true, France?

All right, well, in that case, from now, I think you and every member of your family should be called little boy rapers. How's that? It doesn't matter, man. It's just a term, what's the big deal? You're a little boy, rapper. That's just a fun term I came up with for you. You know, I think that? It doesn't matter, man. It's just a term. What's the big deal? You're a little boy raper. That's just a fun term I came up with for you.

You know, I think that's how you should be referred to. Hey, how's it going? You little boy raper? Little boy raper? Party of three. Your table is ready. What's wrong? Oh, what's wrong?

You don't like being called a little boy raper at the office? You don't think I should just throw a pedophile onto you? You find that offensive? Oh, so I guess words do matter. I guess they actually do matter. Terms are important, because that's how we communicate. You ignorant piece of shit.

Fuck you, Franz. I hope this episode gets back to you. I hope you find me a show. I hope you take a swing at me. So I can legally beat you into a bloody mess. I know that's too much. I just, I get fired up sometimes. But you know what, if I were to do that when I was done,

I could say, what do you think of social justice warriors now? You sad little troll of a man? Yeah, all right, I know, but I know that's too much. I shouldn't get, no reason to get violent there, but I am gonna think about Fron's stupid face next time I'm with the gym. Finally, I did find something amidst the preposterous amount of lazy ignorance and aggressive anti-intellectualism

that really made me laugh. So that was nice. User S'mores posted, Indians and Native Americans are two different things. Thanks Columbus for causing all this fucking ruckus. Yeah. Yeah, thanks Columbus. Christopher, you're a potster and asshole. And also sincerely thank you Christopher Columbus, despite how horrible you were in some

respects. It wasn't for you. I might not be here today. And I'm sorry, American Indians, but I love it here, and I'm not leaving. All right, so now we're away from those idiots. Now we have the nomenclature situation explained. I'll seem to make sure I refer to tribes in the present tense along with the past tense. A time-sucker notice, I didn't do that in a previous episode.

The Bermuda Triangle, when I believe, and referring to tribes with past tense, Furbic, only makes it seem like they're no longer around and no longer dealing with shifts. It's not cool. Okay, so now Crazy Horse. Cheek Crazy Horse was a war leader of the Lakota in the mid to 19th century. Oglala means to scatter one zone in the Lakota language and it's one of the seven sub tribes

of the Lakota people who along with the Lakota and Dakota make up the Dakota nation and the Dakota nation does fall under the Sun nation. So it's a big hierarchy. And before we get into Crazy Horse's life and his battle to defend his people and way of life, let's get into what way of his way of life was and who his people were.

Annoying, right? I mean, we've been talking for a while now. We're just about to learn about crazy horse specifically and now we have to learn about his people. How dare we try to better understand the culture someone belongs to in order to better understand their words and actions as an individual. The Lakota or one division of the Dakota nation,

also known as the Western Dakota or Teton Sioux. When the Dakota nation is split into three main groups of the Dakota nation, also known as the Western Dakota or Teton Sioux, when the Dakota nation is split into three main groups. So the Dakota moved from Northern Minnesota to the plains of the Black Hills to the Platt River and westward into present day Colorado Wyoming and Montana. Known as great buffalo hunters of the west, the Dakota are the largest division of the Dakota nation,

again, and again a nation that fall under the largest Sioux nation. The Dakota were the first, the Dakota will leave the forest. They headed out west, lived a migratory life, followed in the buffalo, they needed for food, clothing, and shelter. Even though they ranged far from their Minnesota homeland,

they still brought back furs to trade and in the southern Minnesota each summer. The Lakota people did not plant crops. They gathered wild plants such as onions, potatoes, turnips, strawberries, gooseberries, grapes, plums, red prickly pears. Lakota people would also trade with other tribes who did grow crops such as the Pioleas, tribe near present-day Winnipeg, that specialized in sweetpeak cultivation.

And the Mesa Quas tribe near present-day Ames, Iowa, the Grucorn, where the first to create corn mazes and celebration of completed harvests. There was also the creamer weems located near present day, tallywack, Illinois, that specialize in cream corn. And don't forget about the, I made up the last three tribe of codas. They specialize in making shit up to irritate people listening to them and keep people paying attention to details. And they were some real dicks.

But seriously, though the codas did trade with those who did grow crops. They did do that along with what they could find growing wild or acquire and trade. The Lakota diet consists of primarily of Tautanka, which is the Lakota word for Buffalo. Tautanka is also the WWE wrestling name for a dude named Christopher Chavez who if he wrote his own Wikipedia page,

seems to be pretty full of shit. A little side note here, a little tangent I know. Coretid to it, he had an opportunity to play for the Miami Dolphins, the Miami Dolphins in 1988, but he turned it down to work as a divisional manager at Bally's health and tennis corporation. Also apparently he could have easily been a professional bodybuilder after winning numerous amateur bodybuilding competitions

but decided not to pursue that. He also has a Facebook page with almost 175,000 likes, 175,000 followers. But I couldn't find a single reason post with more than 40 likes or two comments. That's weird. It's almost like his number is made up. It's almost like it's the result of bots

instead of actual humans. Dude, you really did wrestle in the WWE. You did that. You entertained millions for sure. Why isn't that enough? Why do people have to go, you know, just full surlies a lot? Just, you know, yeah, bro, dolphins wanted me. Gonna put me on a starting squad and shit, you know?

But I was like, nah, not walking away from an assistant front desk manager job at Bally's. Sure, I could have played on the O-line, could have blocked from a Reno, probably won him a Super Bowl, you know? Probably could have won him two Super Bowls in one year. That was that good, maybe three. But you know what?

I was making like 15 million. That was making $15 million a year, assistant managing the front desk. And I have full control over the supplement counter. I decide, you know, how much creatine we get. Sure, bro, I could have crushed Lee Haney in the 1986 Mr. Olympia competition. Fuck, crushed Haney.

But you know, I would have had to cut back my hours of ballies. Could have, could have, could have dropped my salary to like 30 million or 50 million, whatever's less than 15 million. I'm not good at math. I actually don't know anything about Chris. Just seems to be a lot of outrageous claims about this dude. And once again, I've gotten way off topic. Supposed to be talking about crazy horse

or at least about Buffalo. The Lakota people utilize the entire Buffalo, aka bison carcass for food, shelter, tools and equipment for you terminology nitpickers. Bison is actually the correct term. The American bison is a type of buffalo, native to North America. The existence of the Lakota people was dependent upon the health and stability of the mass of herds of bison that roamed in the Great Plains. Other animals such as deer, elk and antelope were hunted as well. But none were more important than the

bison. Bison meat could be paired in various ways. Feastin usually occurred following a successful hunt. Fresh meat being generally preferred. However, most buffalo meat was prepared for later use. You know, you only eat so much, the big animal. Some was dried in the sun to make jerky, sweet, sweet jerky, sweet bison jerky. God, I love some good jerky. Down to the Lakota, we're rocking teriyaki sauce to make some teriyaki jerky, but I bet it was still delicious. One way to preserve buffalo meat

for future consumption was to make pemican. To make pemican buffalo steaks were dried laid on a large flat stone and pounded with smaller stone. When the meat had the consistency of a powder, some serious pounding you're doing. If you fucking get buffalo meat into a powder, it was mixed with melted fat or bone marrow and sometimes wild cherries, eating some of that sweet cherry meat. That sounds actually delicious. The mixture was put into high bags with melted fat poured on

top to seal it. Bison, you know, prepared in this way could keep for three to four years. Three to four years. That seems insane. Like four-year-old Pemakin has to have, you know, more than a little tang in it. You know, biting into some four-year-old Pemakin has got to, got to water your eyes a little bit. I don't, you don't swallow four-year-old Pemakin. You grimace that shit into your belly. Bison's too. It was popular as well.

And that had to be eaten pretty fresh. Four-year-old Pemakin will put a fr shit into your belly. Bison stew was popular as well. And that had to be pretty fresh. Four-year-old Pemakin will put a frown on your mug. Four-year-old stew will put you six feet in the ground. When they weren't hunting bison, the pre-Americanized Lakota lived in TPs with various close family members. That had to have been terrible. Grammigots too old to set up her own TPs.

And now she's staying in yours. It's 10 below outside. You know, you're a young brave, trying to produce a son to carry on your war, your legacy. You must have gotten pretty good at some ninja dickin', right? You got to sneak it into your wife, because you're only five feet from Nana Snores like Bull, who's laying next to Papa Slaves with eyes open. No thank you. T.P.s were necessary though for a pneumatic culture like the Lakota.

They could be taken down quickly and reassembled to the tribe could follow the bison herd. Needed those bison for the TPs. Sometimes as many as 16 to 18 buffalo hides, we're sown together for use as a TPs covering. I'm thinking of using bison hide for my next time, so it's shirts. Maybe bison for skin. It's the very least bison ball sack. It's probably the softest. Anyway, the number of hides used was dependent upon the diameter of the shelter.

The covering was held together by wooden pins, beneath these pins was a small opening, used to enter and exit the teepee. A smoke hole in the top of the teepee allowed fires to be built inside. A smoke flap could be opened and closed to control temperature, keep out rain and snow, provide a comfortable living environment to those dwelling inside. Oak flap could be open and closed to control temperature, keep out rain and snow, provide a comfortable living environment to those dwelling inside. Buffalo hides were also used to make clothing, moccasins, bags, carrying cases. Women generally worked the hides, tanning them, removed the hair if necessary, transformed

them into useful items. And you got to marry a lady with a, who's handy with a bison hide, if you're living back then. Don't want to get stuck with some, making you some bison capri pants. Well, all the other braves are rocking instead of those cool full lengths, you know, with some tassels on the side like the bosses they are. And you got your little bison shorts.

The Coda clothing wasn't just made of bison skin, they also made clothes out of deer and elk, you know. Getting some dope-ass elk shorts for the summer months, maybe a mule deer mini skirt for a little night out on the powwow. The women spent hours following the creation of an item of clothing decorated with beads, bones, or other natural objects of beauty. I'm an awe of cultures like this, you know, no industrialization, no specialized labor. Not really, everyone had to be good at a variety of things for the tribe to survive.

Women are making clothing, you know, getting gathering wild berries, nuts, roots, and vegetables, making soups, other various meals. Women are erecting the home itself, taking it down, putting it back up, building fires, with no matches, no lighters, men, and women are also, before European showed up, creating knives at a rock, with no advanced tools of any kind. Creating some blade at a something like obsidian, some other stone making it sharp enough to cut bison hide from flesh, cut the meat and cook it up.

Using it to whittle down arrowheads also out of rock and obsidian in different materials. Make carved bows and spears. Use part of the animal to make the bow string. They're creating arrowheads, spearheads. Yeah, man. Creating them strong enough to take down a 2,000 pound bison bull.

You don't get to be the guy who specializes in computer programming. And outside of that, who just doesn't know how to change the oil in this car or unplug a toilet pipe. Not back in those days. You can't be really good at the one thing that makes you enough money to pay everyone else to do everything else for you. Chief crazy, Chief Crazy Horses of Dakota didn't, you know, use

any form of currency. They would trade good for other goods. So you know, you're some dumb shit who can't hunt, tan hides, fine berries, you know, speak with a great spirit to start a fire. Well, you have no value. Now there's never going to be someone named, you know, Chief Sits with Dickenhand. I always think about how lucky some of us are to be born in the correct era for our skills. Like take Bill Gates, one of the world's wealthiest men. Also doesn't see very well without glasses, and he looks like he couldn't do a single push up without considerable help. One of the wealthiest men in the entire world right now,

but if he was born into a Lakota tribe, like 1730, not even remotely considered for chief. He doesn't make brave, right? He's known as he who is blind and walks with noodle arms. Uh-uh. Lakota were spiritual people, and I'm gonna break down their spirituality, but before I do, time for a word from today's sweet suck sponsor.

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plains are gone forever. And so is the totality of the life that went with that. The code of traditions and spirituality were fully integrated into every aspect of life. The center of life is walk in Tonka or Tunkanishila. Sometimes translated as grandfather, often as great spirit or great mystery, but better left untranslated. And you know, if you rearrange the letters in great spirit, and then you take some letters out and you add some other letters, you do spell, uh, Hail Nimrod. The coincidence, I don't think so. Nimrod is as he always was and always will be. And his eternal ball sack was just as Alfie, Alpha E and Omega E back for the Lakota as it is for us time suckers today.

He'll name Rod, the great space Chubacabra of time and mystery. Chetapuna walkin', the sacred pipe and the subsequent smoke, you know, carries messages from humans to walkin' Tonka. According to contemporary Lakota oral historical accounts and discussions with elders, they did not have a written language until Christian missionaries translated it into the written word in the 1840s. And here's a brief description of the seven sacred rights of the Lakota people that were handed down orally for centuries. The first of the seven sacred rights is to renew life. A sweat lodge is held in a dome-shaped structure

made of will saplings covered with hide or tarps that symbolize the shape of the universe and or the womb of a pregnant woman. Heated stones are placed in a central hole in the lodge and the waters poured over them by some in Tonkhen, a leader to create steam. The purpose of the ceremonies to pray for ones and the tribe's health and well-being spiritually and physically.

A nice little American Indian sauna action exfoliate the skin, sweat out impurities, get out of the brutal great plane's winter for a day. The second ride is crying for a vision. The vision quest is undertaken by an individual with the help and guidance of a holy man. Crazy horse was actually known for his vision quest. He had a lot of visions that were immense. A great deal to him, he wouldn't be wounded in battle and he would be able to defeat larger forces and bring great victories to his

people and it just made him fearless when he was fighting and really actually truly gave him the confidence to do those things. In these vision quests, a person of Lex to go on a quest to pray, communicate with the spirits, attempt to gain knowledge, strengths, and understanding. The person pledges to stay in an isolated hill for one to four days with a blanket and a pipe, but without food or water. Upon returning, the vision may be discussed with the Wakasa walking, holy man. Often the meaning of the vision is not readily apparent and the individual may be told to wait for knowledge and understanding.

Yeah, yeah, you're gonna have some visions. You stay in the hill for four days with no food or water. You are going to see some shit, especially if you're smoking God knows what out of a pipe. I'm gonna have all kinds of visions to talk about. I feel like my visions would revolve largely around food and water. Just, you know, I saw a great bison burger in the sky coming down to me. And then the burger was suddenly floating on a canoe, along a stream, just a pristine stream

that turned into a waterfall, full of the coldest, purist, just most refreshing, satisfying water, anyone has ever drunk. And then it turned into a river that floated above me. And also in the water were many salmon, just so many, God just so many tasty salmon. And then the bison burger merged with the salmon to some kind of salmon, bison burger, hybrid thing.

And I floated up and I climbed it, I just climbed inside of it. It was just cooked perfectly. And I just, I crawled in, I ate my way into the middle of it, and I was completely at peace. And what do you think it means? I think it means you're hungry and thirsty was completely at peace. And what do you think it means? I think it means

you're hungry and thirsty and high as shit. Okay, the third right is the keeping of the spirit. Spirit keeping is a right performed by a mourner for one year to grieve for a lost loved one. When a person dies, the spirit can linger around the family and community according to a Lakota known as black elk. This right purifies the souls of our dead and our love for one another is increased. Fourth right is the Sundance. Sundance is often considered the most important right and it's held during the summer when the moon is full.

In times past, the number of planes, bands of the Lakota would gather at a pre-range location for an annual meeting of the Ossetti Sakawan. It was during this annual gathering as the Sundance ceremony was held during that ceremony. Dancers pledged to make offerings of their flesh So that much strength would be given to the nation and to fulfill personal vows The choice to participate is solely that of each individual It is usually the result of receiving a sacred dream or is undertaken to seek assistance in healing a sick loved one The sacred tree that is placed at the center of the dance symbolizes walk and tanka, the center of the universe.

Flesh offering is made by getting a piercing, which doesn't sound too bad, because it first was like flesh offering, well, I just picked from people just like flaying parts of their fucking arm or something onto the ground, I was like, ugh, ugh. And then it's like piercing, I was like,

oh, okay, piercing is not so bad. Yes, it is. When you read an account of what it means, from like a witness who watched it go down in the 1800s, check this out. Each young man presented himself to the medicine man, who took between his thumb and forefinger a fold of the loose skin of the breast, and then ran a very, very narrow-bladed, but sharp knife through the skin. A stronger skewer of bone about the size of a carpenter's pencil was inserted.

This was tied to a long skin rope fastened as its other extremity to the top of the Sun pole in the center of the arena. The whole object of the devotee is to break loose from these fetters. To liberate himself, he must tear the skewers through the skin, a horrible task that even those with the most, even the most, even the most resolute may require many hours of torture. So it's, you know, it's old-timey language a little bit there, but you see them saying, they'd have to like put this fucking stick like this pencil basically thing, you know, but harder than a pencil kind of, uh, through their skin and their chest. thing, you know, but harder than a pencil kind of through their skin

and their chest, so you know, pierce it you twice and you know, underneath your skin and then that thing is tied to this center pole and you're dancing around it and you gotta rip yourself loose. So you gotta rip that pencil through your chest skin. That sounds terrible. Turns out being a dancer requires a lot more

than just moving your feet to the rhythm of some traditional drumming. Gotta tear your skin. Kinda really takes the fun out of the dancing, doesn't it? I thought the worst part of dancing was having people see you dance and make fun of how bad you are at it. Turns out getting your skin ripped makes a little embarrassment, not seem as bad in comparison. The fifth right is making relatives.

It establishes a relationship on Earth, which is a reflection of that real relationship with walk and tanka. It was usually performed to unite a younger person with a family, and it can be a way of solidifying relationships with other individuals, as well as walk and tanka. This ceremony represents the formal adoption of people as relatives. How cool is that, man? Relations were under-established by blood and marriage for the Lakota. You could choose someone. You just cared for a great deal. Someone your family cared for, someone you're close to,

and just incorporate them into your blood family with a ceremony. What an honor. Man, picking your tribe. Ah, I feel like the time stock equivalent of this is gonna be becoming a space lizard when that's already. Our own little clubhouse. People united by choice and curiosity, not by blood and happenstance.

I'm rocking a serious joy, uh, joy boner right now. Thinking about that just rock hard for family, which I know sounds bad. Again, taking out of context, you know, being rock hard for your family. But I think you know what I mean? Talking about a nonsexual symbolic erection of friendship right now. I just, I do think that is so awesome though. Okay, six right is the puberty ceremony. The ceremony takes place after girls first menstruation.

Prayers are said to ensure she will grow up to have all the virtues of a Lakota woman and understand the meaning of her new role and to formally announce her eligibility as a potential wife and mother. And again, I know this can sound bad. When we talk about history like girls being sexualized so early, but it's just kind of the way the world had to work. People didn't live that long in many cases. And, you know, yeah, you're 13,

you're 14, you hit puberty. Yeah, you are a kid, but you also can birth a child and they needed kids back then. So that's when they got womanized. And place of, here's a seventh right, which I guess used to be Tapa, one of Kipiyapi, which was throwing a ball like a game which represents the course of a man's life. I guess that's no longer in use. There is a religious practice known as Yuippi, which became popular in the 20th century. It encompasses a number of cultural concepts

related to traditional life and problems confronting contemporary Lakota peoples. This right is performed in a darkened room onto the supervision of a Ywippy man or Wakasa Wakan. The object is to cure a person at the same time, pray for the general welfare of all Indian people and for long life for the kinship group. Some Ywippy men possess an exceptional ability that allows them to locate lost items or people during this right.

So I don't know, man, just get in fucking weird. I don't fully understand that one. Some kind of remote viewing reference there. All right, a little mystical. That's okay, little mysticism. Opening the third eye, seeing some shit. Sounds interesting, okay, I like it. The Lakota had a rich culture, including their own,

distinct music, like other Lakota groups. Many Lakota bands would meet in the summer and engage in group activities. When I say bands, actually in that context, so after referencing music, I don't wanna confuse you. Bands is like a tribe. It's not like, you know, they got the traveling back in whatever band meeting up.

It's not like a music festival. Different groups of Lakota would meet in the summer and engage in activities, including political council meetings, religious ceremonies, like the Sundance sporting events, marriages, coming of age ceremonies. Summers were a special opportunity to see family members who were members now of other bands. You know, maybe, maybe you're fucking ants and Pearl Jam now, but you're in Sound Garden. And uh, you know, you get to see somebody who's, you know, part of, you know, uh, the fucking doobie brothers. Oh, little Michael mother, fucking McDonald. Get to see somebody who's part of the fucking Dooby Brothers.

Oh, little Michael Mother, fucking McDonald. Get to see him in the summer. Anyway, regarding marriage, I couldn't find a specific breakdown of Lakota marriage concepts and traditions, but I did find a good information on sue customs. And as far as again, broad strokes grow. The average Lakota life was very similar. They're part of the sue nation. So this is probably applied to the Lakota bands. Sue girls usually married shortly after having their puberty rights held after,

you know, they first started menstruating. Males were expected to participate in at least one or more successful war parties, though, or horse raids to prove their valor and courage before they were considered worthy of a wife. So the average Sue groom was usually quite a bit older, sometimes by as much as 20 years or more. And again, I know that by today's standard, that can sound a little molestory, but it wasn't that way back then. It was pragmatic. It was just a little pragmatism. And it's not like old dudes were running around, skiving on these young women, as families would generally arrange the marriages. And it wasn't always older men and young teen girls, older women might also be acquired as wives when their spouse was killed in battle

or died on a hunt or it's just, you know, in general. The brother of the deceased was expected to marry his brother's widow. There was also a Lakota and Sioux version of divorce, and occasionally divorce person would remarry, which was rare, divorce was accepted, but divorce people were expected to remain single for the rest of their lives.

And I guess those who did remarry were often ostracized from their band, man. So you had to choose, you know, you know, stay in the tribe, you can choose love. Damn it. Guess I'd be living with Lindsey away from the rest of the band,

and you know, away from the rest of my relatives. Foraging for myself to survive. Oh well, at least we wouldn't have to worry about, you know, nanos, noris like bull, and pop a sleeves with eyes open, you know, cock-blocking and our teepee anymore. Polygamy was pretty common, again, for pragmatic reasons. There was more women than men due to casualties

of war and hunting accents. And so most sue men had two or more wives. And this is creepy, often a man married one of his sisters or a couple of his sisters. It says his family tie helped to keep bickering and jealousy among the wives to a minimum and it opened the door to some sweet sister dick and who's with me huh no one okay sure I'm not even with me on that one but you know I guess uh yeah wind and row

a man could have as many as wives as he could afford to care for and more wives meant less work for the women god man in that culture though yet to bad about yourself. If you're like a 30 or 40 year old man, living alone still, right? That's got to be extra harsh if you're Lakota. You know, you got you got chief strong with bow and hard with cock. He's got seven ladies. And you know, meanwhile, you know, weak with knife and strong with wrist is setting up his own teepee. Old, old Andre, Jikotilo, he wouldn't have fared well with the Lakota, you know, just when not to give Gikotilo a woman, get cut one time, Jürgen Soft penis under Elk Loencloth

when one bison hunt on one time, one time and chief never forget. Now I set up TP alone without even one woman wife to wrestle and choke for coming. If you're new to the podcast, that is a reference to serial killer under Chikotilo. That is not me just making up a weird name and then talking about Chokin women for coming.

He was a monster, he was a monster that appears here and there. And I could go on and on about the Kota Life and Tradition, but I think that's enough today to set up the context for Chief Crazy Horse, finally, right? But we've already learned so much. He came from a rich, you know, autonomous culture and then prior to his birth, the European settlers come along, they want to change, assimilate,

destroy his way of life and he fights back. He fights back like a mother fucker. A brave leader and warrior whose life we are going to examine in the following time suck timeline. Shrap on those boots soldier. We're marching down a timeuck timeline. Crazy Horse was born in 1840, Iish. Okay. He was born a member of the Teton Sue, aka the Lakota, a group based around the area of

Rapid Creek South Dakota, about 40 miles northeast of Thunderhead Mountain. Rapid Creek runs near present-day Rapid City South Dakota in the southwest portion of the state, not too far from the Badlands and Deadwood. His band roamed around the area of present-day Western South Dakota, Eastern Montana, Eastern Wyoming, and Western Nebraska. Crazy Horse was born to parents from two tribes of the Lakota division of the Sioux, his father being in Oglala,

and his mother being Minicunjo. His father born in 1810, was also named Crazy Horse. Crazy Horse was named Chauha in the wilderness or among the trees at birth, meaning he was one with nature. His mother, rattling blanket woman, born roughly around 1814, gave him the nickname of Curly, or Light Hare as his light curly hair resembled

her own. He would inherit his father's name later when he'd have to earn it. The Lakota had come to the area in the 1770s. The area I just described, white fur trappers have been living in this area, and small numbers since the turn of the 18th century, when France laid claim to the land, France would grant Spain the territory in 1762 and then an 1803 America would buy it in the Louisiana Territory purchase from Napoleon. Napoleon, we got to suck him on these days. Still the area had almost no white settlers, just a cabin here and there, no communities in 1817, then American fur trading post was set up at present day Fort Pierre and some settlers followed, followed, like not a lot. During the 1830s there was good money in fur trading and more settlers made

their journey west until the 1840s when the demand for fur diminished in Europe. Settlement slowed down and didn't pick up until the 1850s. When Sioux Falls and Yankton were founded, gold would soon be discovered in the area and a lot of people come in in 1858 the Yankton suit tribe signed a treaty Seeding most of Eastern Dakota to the US But chief crazy horses homeland to the west was still largely untouched It wasn't until 1861 18 years after crazy horses birth that the Dakota territory would was even founded at all by the US government South Dakota wasn't recognized as a state until November 2nd of 1889. Many years later, Montana became a state on November 8th, 1889, Wyoming, was recognized on July 10th, 1890. Nebraska had become a state on March 1st, 1867,

and by then, crazy horse was 25 years old. I say all this to, you know, roughly, you know, 25, I guess, 25, 20, 27, there is, there is some bouncing around about his birthdays, you know, his 1840, 1843 in that range is when he was believed. It's not like they had birth certificates back then. I say all this to explain that, you know, although the United States was up and running when Crazy Horse was born, it hadn't overtaken his culture yet. It was brand new to his band of people in any real sense.

His people knew the Americans for sure. Few home stethers here and there, ancestors had run into them, more south and east, from where they currently lives, some military officers and cavalry stationed at a few sparse forts set up recently to protect the home stethers.

They encountered them here and there. But when he was born, they just weren't completely surrounded by the American culture yet. The Oregon trail had just begun to cut through their territory in the 1830s. It was all very new. So not much is known about the very early years of Crazy Horses life, kind of like the 1840, 1848 kind of period. He would have grown up with the traditional ways of Lakota. It's a very young child. He would have grown up with the traditional ways of Lakota. As a very young child, he would have learned things like recognizing animals, what types of plants were edible. He would have laying in the tall grass of the prairie, listing two and attuning his senses to nature, games like the hoop toss, whipping toss game, whirling bone game with his friends. He would have been taught the ways of his people from multiple sources, from his father, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, grandfathers, any member of the tribe.

Learning happening, you know, just every day, and was always something that prepared the young man for his future life as a warrior for the tribe. As a boy of four or five, you would have already mastered the use of Tomahawk's bows, and would have been good at horseback riding, which is insane to me. A Tomahawk, is a Tomahawk at five? That seems excessive. Like if I would have been given, if I would have given my daughter a Tomahawk at five, that seems excessive. Like if I would have been given, if I would have given my daughter a Tomahawk at five years old, at least one family member would have been Tomahawk

in their sleep right now. We'd be down at least one family member. I shouldn't have been given a Tomahawk myself at five. If I would have been given a Tomahawk at five, one of my hands would for sure have less than five fingers now. I picture a lot of young Lakota warriors, you know, having anywhere between six and nine fingers total. You know, this is Clumsy Chopper. This is his son, Hans Light Crawdad. Crazy Horse would be called Curly until he earned his father's name to Sunco Whitco, Crazy Horse by proving himself in battle. Contemporaries

of Crazy Horse described him as fair skinned in the typical American Indian of the time with lighter, wavy hair than most, as we said. They also described his character as introspective. Crazy Horse always thoughts, you know, took his time before speaking. And all these jokes I've been making about the American Indian names made me think like, how did they come up with these names? Like, what was that process? Well, according to a two-doubt or is that process, I know it actually, it does still go on. According to a 2015, excuse me, article in the Lakota Country Times,

in Lakota culture names are given for a variety of reasons, including for accomplishments and other milestones. You know, names are passed down to families, often have historical meetings attached to them. Many Lakota field at the traditional name that is granted to a child is the name that is used in the next life as well to arrive at the name tribal elders hosts an actual naming ceremony where they give young tribe members their new names. In reasons we as Lakota people have naming ceremonies is to instill our cherished identity as Lakota people into their hearts and minds with songs, prayers, guidance and passing down thousands of years of wisdom onto the next generations.

Our naming ceremonies are elaborate and can last up to two or four days of speeches, sweat lodge, ceremonies, feasts and giveaways. It's a big transformation. I was honored to go through a Lakota naming ritual, a while back I raised it specifically for this episode, and I was given the name of man who annoys with vicious Macdonaldine. When halfway through the ceremony,

I just started belting out. You tell me things you gonna do for me. I am blind and I don't like what I think I see taking it to a street, taking it to the street, taking it to a street, taking it to the street. To the street, taking it to the street. Oh, yes. That was especially vicious.

I found some karaoke background music and I couldn't help myself. Kidding, of course. I was actually given the name of he who abruptly yells bojangles. One I'd three-legged pit bull warrior and spirit brother of crazy horse. Again, kidding. No one has given me or will probably ever give me a name in his name is ceremony. Since I'm not an Native American Indian, see, tricky with these, the nomenclature. Anyway, apparently a lot of the real names given in naming ceremonies that appear to us speakers of English as a little less than flattering are actually good names that have just lost their meaning in translation. Because I've always found like some of these names like we're like what? That doesn't seem

like a cool name to have. But I guess it's a translation error most of the time. I found an explanation for this on an American Indian message board, says, some names have been misinterpreted over the years, such as a Lakota relative known as Man Afraid of His Horses. His name in Lakota, Takoma, Kokopapi, was mis-translated by white interpreters in the 1800s and has been that way ever since. His name should have been more correctly translated as the man of whose horse we are afraid, meaning that he was so fierce in battle that the mere sight of his horse inspired fear in his enemies. Another way of interpreting the implied meaning would be they are even afraid of his horse. Man, they are even afraid of his

horse does paint a very different picture of a man than man afraid of horses. Man afraid of horses, man. That sounds like a dude who trembles a lot. You know, he's shifty, I, he's jumpy, he's got a bad heart, suffers from exercise induced asthma, he's skinny fat, mumbles when he speaks, you know, they are even afraid of his horses, on the other hand, has pecs that appear permanently flexed.

He has a 16 pack on a stomach. He has enough bass in his voice to make toddlers fall down around him when he talks. He doesn't hunt wolves. He demands that they lay down and die and they quickly oblige. Yeah, Chief Crazy Horse experienced tragedy at a young age. His mother died when he was only four years old. His father, her husband had recently taken in new wives and she was having a hard time conceiving a new child.

She thought she had lost favor with her husband and she hanged herself. Yeah, early touch with death and darkness for Crazy Horse. That had to have affected his development. August 19th, 1854 raised by his father and stepmothers. Crazy Horse was faced with great tragedy, again at the age of 14. When he witnessed an attack by Lieutenant J. L. Gratton on a brule, Oglala, and Camp Mint in present day Wyoming, where his band lived at the time, the altercation seemed to have started as a misunderstanding while conquering Bear negotiated with Gratton over a lost

ox from a passing homesteader. No one knows who first fired the shots, but this attack on the Lakota people provided the fuel needed to create a flame of war that would last for over 23 years. A Mormon settler claimed that some local Lakota, a brave named high forehead, remember I mentioned him earlier, that's a tough name,

had killed his ox, and that may or may not have been true. What is true is that Lieutenant Graton took 27 infantry men, non-commissioned officers and interpreter, a field piece, aka Small Cannon, and a mountain, howitzer, basically another Small Cannon, and the group of 31 headed to the Brule and Camden to confront Chief Concerned Bear and his people

and demand that High Forehead be handed over to him. And again, High Forehead has to be one of those lost in translation examples, right? I fuck, I hope so. That's a terrible name. How rough would that be to go through a naming ceremony with several other use from your tribe? Then you make it to the presentation of names and they're all like, you know, some big chief voice, you know, this is, you will be known as Flaming Arrow.

And you will be known as Terror Wolf. You're getting all excited, you're like, oh shit, here it comes. That's what your name. I get to carry on, you know, know throughout this life into the next and the chief Just keeps going you know and you will be known as thunder spear and you are now shut a hawk and you're like oh Shit here it comes here comes please please give me something awesome like bison destroyer or snake eyes or man Who the devil fears and instead the chief is, and you will forever be known as high forehead. Just, ah, fuck.

You know the women snickered when that name was uttered? You know, old high forehead had to have been teased mercilessly for that one. You know, other young future braves named after great warriors before them giving cool new warrior names. He's given the name of the thing that he's already embarrassed by. Some high and most likely receding hairline.

Just what a bummer. Wonder who else was in that dude's family? Just I am high forehead. And this is my brother walks with difficulty. And this is my uncle. He who wets bison blankets. And this is my father, cries like little girl. We are sad clan, much despised by our people.

Anyway, chief conquering by our people. Anyway, Chief Concerned Bear lived in a camp of roughly 80 TPs surrounded by numerous other Sue camps and it turns out the interpreter Gratin used a gusty Lucian was an alcoholic. So an alcoholic homesteader who hated Chief Concerned Bear and his people claiming they'd previously run off or heard of his horses. So you know, may have not been totally accurately interpreting what he was hearing. Witnesses to this incident would also later recount that he was hammered. He would just openly drunk. So Auguste would talk to Chief Concerned Bear and man afraid of his horse and little thunder and report back to Gratin. The sue would claim later that the men offered ponies as a repayment for the ox. Like, we'll

give him, you know, five ponies make up up for the fucking ox. This fucking dude will calm down. They claim the ox, the tribe claim the ox had been abandoned by the settler and wasn't even stolen. It was just left out in the open by itself. Who knows if it was or not, but even if it was stolen, they certainly didn't deserve to be killed because a member of their band may have taken an ox. Lieutenant Gradin wanted Chief Concording Bear to hand over high forehead, and Chief Concording Bear wouldn't do so.

So Gratin readyed his men for battle, forming a line of battle and placing his cannons in position near them, a brave named Spotted Tail, countered by taking a rifle carrying war party into nearby brush and preparing to fight as well. Some had rifles, some had, you know, boson arrows. Chief Concording Bear did not want to fight,

knew the interpreter was not correctly convened when he was trying to say, and he tried to, you know, walk a little closer to somehow communicate with Grotten himself. Like, instead of having the interpreter walk back and forth, between him, he's like, I'm gonna come over. I'm gonna try and get my points across directly. Witnesses said that Augusta was telling Grotten that the chief and his warriors were telling him now

that they were gonna kill them all, and then all hell breaks loose. No one knows who fired the first shot, you know, no one knows if it was the Indians or the soldiers, but once the first shot was fired, a lot of firing opens up and chief conquering bears the first to fall. Get shot numerous times. But then a volley of arrows drops the soldiers manning the howitzer in the field piece. Graton himself is dropped by arrows and the team of 31 is quickly reduced to 18 men. And then Gratin's last 18 men outnumbered heavily as they are because there were bands of other, you know, in the area, roughly 1200 braves and all were near the action. Spotted tail in his warriors charge on horseback. The remaining 18 dudes, they flee and then

they are captured and annihilated by the Lakota warriors and what would become known is the Gratin Massacre. This massacre is depicted in a 2005 TNT mini series called Into the West. If you want to ever check it out, find some clip for it on YouTube. And the war between the Sue including the Lakota and the United States was on. And Crazy Horses people who had very limited encounters with the United States didn't know who they were up against or what to do next. A few years after the Gratt and Masker by the time Crazy Horse was in his teens, he is now a full-fledged warrior. His bravery and prowess in battle, well known by the Lakota people, he rode into battle with a

single hawk feather in his hair, a rock behind his ear, a lightning symbol on his face, the symbols and rituals that went into preparing for war, meant to allow the warrior to draw power and protect themselves from harm during battle. And during the late 1850s and early 1860s, crazy horses, reputations of war, you grew, he fought a lot. The Lakota told accounts of him in their old histories. His first kill was a Shoshone raider who was murdered, or who had murdered a Lakota woman, washing buffalow meat along the powder river. Crazy horse fought numerous battles between the Lakota and the traditional enemies the Crow, Shoshone, Pony, Blackfeet, our, our, our, our, Rikara. And he was named Shirtwear, AKA a war leader of his tribe. Another translation problem. I'm sure in his native tongue, the

title of war leader was a lot cooler than the title of shirt wearer is in our language, you know? It just sounds kind of weird. You have fought bravely in battle, crazy horse time and time again. And for your bravery, we are naming you shirt wearer. He who wears shirts, the wearer of shirts and such things, enemies will tremble at your sight.

Oh great spirit. Tell me that is not the shirt wearer. The wearer of clothes coming towards us. No, I'm sure it's, yeah, a translation problem. Okay, July 1865, Crazy Horse Battles, US cavalry. He's part of a large war party, that numbered, uh, you know, that numbered, excuse me, roughly 3,000 warriors and they descended upon Plat Ridge, the bridge across the North Platt River near present day Casper, Wyoming,

was guarded by 120 soldiers. In an engagement near the bridge, and another against a wagon train, guarded by 28 soldiers a few miles away, Chief Crazy Horse, and the band with him killed 29 soldiers while suffering at least eight dead themselves. The attack was a retaliatory attack for the Sand Creek massacre of November 29, 1864. When a 765 man US volunteer cavalry force attacked and destroyed a village of Cheyenne and Rapaho and South Eastern Colorado killing around 150, most of whom were women and children. The location of the massacre had since been designated the San Creek Massacre National Historic Site. The attack, that attack was led by Colonel John Chibington.

Chibington and Colorado Territorial Governor John Evans had adopted a hard line against Indians whom white settlers had been accused of stealing livestock. Now, this is a little quote from Chibington. He said, Damn any man who sympathizes with Indians. I have come to kill Indians and believe it is right and honorable to use any mean under God's heaven to kill Indians. Kill and scalp all big and little knits make lice. What a fucking that is.

I love how he invokes God there. You know, that's what God wants. He wants me to scalp children. That's how I interpret what the the things going on in my head. They're okay. So you know, he wasn't a fan. Here's some gruesome testimony from witnesses of the massacre. I will preface my reading of it by noting

that I do realize the term squaw, referring to an American any woman can be interpreted as being very offensive. I say it only when quoting someone else. I saw the bodies of those lying there cut all to pieces, worst mutilated than any I ever saw before. The women cut all to pieces with knives, scalped their brains knocked out. Children, two or three months old, all ages lying there from sucking infants up to warriors by

a hume by whom were they mutilated by the United States troops. That was from a John S Smith, that was congressional testimony. From 1865, another one is, I saw one squad line on the bank whose leg had been broken. A soldier came up to her with a drawn saber. She raised her arm to protect herself. He struck, breaking her arm. She rolled over and raised her other arm. He struck, breaking that, and then left her without killing her.

I saw one squawk cut open with an unborn child laying by her side. YEEEAH! That's from Robert Bench, out of the New York Tribune, 1879. I can see he was there as well. There was one little child, probably three years old, just big enough to walk through the sand. The Indians had gone ahead, and this little child was behind, following after them. The little fellow was perfectly naked, traveling in the sand. I saw one man get off his horse at a distance of about 75 yards and draw up his rifle

and fire. He missed the child. Another man came up and said, let me try the son of a bitch. I can hit him. He got down off his horse, kneeled down, and fired its little child, but he missed him. A third man came up and made a similar remark and fired and the little fellow dropped. That was from Major Anthony, New York Tribune 1879. Holy shit, man. Some heartless stuff went on. War is hell. I feel like these witness statements are important to mention because growing up, I'd

heard lots of stories about the savagery of American Indians, killing whole families, scalping men, you know, scalping women. But I didn't hear these stories. I didn't hear the other side. Could American Indian warriors be savagin' ruthless in battle? Yeah, fuck yeah.

Did they kill women and children? Yep, sure did, sometimes. Did they kill men trying to surrender? Uh huh. But so did the United States. Herific acts were committed on both sides. Now back to the Battle of Platte Bridge. On July 24th, 1865, the American Indian Army

camped on a small stream a few miles from Platte Bridge, scouts recnoitered the area. And the next morning, the Indians advanced on foot toward the bridge behind the cover of hills and on foot leading their horses to avoid throwing up a dust cloud. A group of 10 trusted warriors, including Crazy Horse, tried to induce soldiers from the stockade to cross the bridge and chase them to the hills where

the Indians were hiding. But excited young warriors appeared on the horizon, spoiled the ambush, frightened the soldiers away. Apparently Crazy Horse and a Cheyenne named Highback Wolf and a few other decoys were discussed with the failure of their ambush and they crossed the river and galloped through two groups of soldiers doing little damage but sending the soldiers scurrying back to the stockade. So this is like a wild west battle, man. People getting on horses, fleans, shots being fired, other people chasing them, firing arrows, firing more rifles, just craziness.

Crazy horse and the other warriors defeated the soldier's station near the bridge, but because they weren't ready for a prolonged siege, being hunter-gatherers, they just weren't equipped to knock out a fort and then hold the ground and fortify it. They left the area and then US reinforcements quickly came back and recaptured the area. So the warriors, they did a lot of hit and run style fighting on US encampments around this time, attacking a fort here, attacking a wagon train there, doing what they could to kind of prevent the migration of US forces and settlers into their homeland. And Crazy Horse was a big part of that. On December 21st 1866, Crazy Horse and six other warriors, both Dakota and Cheyenne,

Decoi, Captain William Federmanns, 53 infantry men, and 27 cavalry troops under Lieutenant Grumman into an ambush in what would become known as the Battle of the Hundred in the Hand, aka the Federman Massacre, Federman's forces had been sent out to Phil Carney to follow up from an earlier attack on a wood train. Crazy horse, Lurard Federman's infantry, up a hill. Grumman's cavalry followed the other 60 coins along Pino Head Ridge and down towards Pino Creek where several Cheyenne women Tons of the soldiers meanwhile Cheyenne leader little wolf and his warriors who have been hiding on the opposite side of Pino head Ridge blocked them

They return route to the fort the Dakota warriors swept over the hill and attacked the infantry Additional Cheyenne and the Koda hiding in the in the buck brush along Pino Creek effectively surrounded the soldiers Seeing that they were surrounded, Grumman headed his cavalry back to Federman, the combined warrior forces of nearly 1,000 killed all the US soldiers. And it became known, again, to the white population as the Federman massacre.

It was the army's worst defeat on the Great Plains up to that time. And it was led by Crazy Horse, you know, who was a brilliant military tactician. He just happened to be in the wrong side of history. The Lakota and Cheyenne called it the battle of the hundred in the hand. And I say wrong side just because his, you know, his cause was inevitably just, just doomed. He could win some baddles, but not the war. On August 2nd, 1867, Crazy Horse participated in the wagon box fight, also, also near Fort Phil Carney.

The Coda forces number between a thousand and two thousand attacked the woodcutting crew near the fort. Most of the soldiers fled to a circle of wagon boxes without wheels, using them for covers they fired back to Lakota. The Lakota took substantial losses as the soldiers were firing new breach loading rifles and they could fire ten times a minute compared to the old muzzle loading rate of about three times a minute. And the Lakota charged after the soldiers fired the first time expecting the delay of the older muskets, you know, before being able to fire again, and then the soldiers, you know, would just fire again repeatedly,

just kind of mow them down. The soldiers suffered only 5 killed and 2 wounded, the Lakota suffered between 15 120 casualties. Many Lakota were buried in the hills surrounding Fort Filkarni in Wyoming. Such a good example of one of the many reasons the Lakota battle efforts were just doomed from the start. They didn't have the equivalent military technology. Like you can be a bad motherfucker on horseback with a bow and an arrow, even a rifle,

but that doesn't mean shit when you're going up against artillery. It reminds me of a scene in Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the, even a rifle. But that doesn't mean shit when you're going up against artillery. It reminds me of a scene in Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, man. There's this scene where this swordsman confronts Indiana Jones in this kind of market square, this outdoor market square, pulls out this huge cimitar, starts waving the sword around,

doing all these cool moves. Like he's clearly very good with the sword. He would kick Indiana Jones ass in a sword fight, no question. But then after watching him just kind of do his tricks for a second, and he just casually takes out a pistol and just shoots him in the head and the fight is over. And the Lakota, in addition to not having an equivalent military weaponry, they also didn't have the necessary supply lines. They could beat the cavalry in a battle. They could take over a fort for a second, but they couldn't hold

it. The US could. They could stand more troops via some trains back to the area where there had been just defeated. Troops would superior military weaponry again. They could continue to fight. Troops could hang out in a fort for months and months at a time because they could get the proper rations. Lakota and other tribes just couldn't do that. They'd take over a fort, but then they needed to, you know, take off and get some more food and stuff again. But despite this, Lakota and others fought bravely on,

they weren't gonna give up their traditional way of life without a fight. They weren't gonna stop following the path of the Bison herds without a lot of battle. And if you think, well, why couldn't the tribes just adapt? Why couldn't they peacefully move to reservations, continue their way of life there? Why couldn't they integrate into American culture,

farm a homestead, work at a store, work at a mining claim, buy a little house, live the American life? Well, they had a hard time doing that because the American European way of life was, you know, like diametrically opposed to theirs. You know, it wasn't just that like American culture was foreign, it was opposite.

You know, the two cultures just weren't compatible. Like, you know, homesteaders are heading out into stew territory and essentially purchasing was foreign, it was opposite. The two cultures just weren't compatible. Like, you know, homesteaders are heading out into stew territory. And essentially purchasing large areas of land, land that the stew traditionally hunted and lived on, and land that they felt could not be owned in the European-American way. Tribes didn't have a developed system or culture of private land ownership, like the European settlers did. The US would try and make treaties to buy land from tribes in exchange for piling them

onto a reservation, but the tribes didn't feel like the land was theirs to sell. The land belonged to their community, but not in a way of crazy horsekits. This thousand acres and then high forehead gets this half an acre. A tribe would live within the boundaries of their overall territory and, you know, migrate around it, you know, with the seasons, but they didn't each own various plots of land. The American Indian is living harmony with the land, which was emphasized by the religion and beliefs, which we talked about, you know, based on spiritual or religious ideas at the universe and, you know, all natural objects within the universe had

souls and spirits. In the religion of a lot of American Indian tribes, this believes that the souls, spirits exist not only humans, but also animals, plants, rocks, etc. Now you can't mind gold on some huge scale to gold belongs to the earth. You take a little bit for traditional jewelry, you make some deals with spirits, but you don't go fucking crazy. The accumulation of property was further discouraged by the tradition and custom and a lot of the tribes, which was to destroy all the belongings of an owner at their death.

You don't become chief because you were the wealthiest tribe member because your dad gave you a lot of money at birth and you got to go to the best school and make the most high ranking social connections that spend the most money on a campaign. You became chief by proving you were strong, and you were a great leader. And then you know, you're legacy. And that sense died when you died. And it was up to your son to prove himself if he was going to become chief. It was common for Indian societies to have more than one

leader by the way. Among some tribes, there was a, you know, hunt leader, a war leader, ceremonial leader, so on. There could be numerous chiefs in a tribe. All of these leadership roles require different skill sets. There was no assumption that a single individual could fill all of these roles. Chief crazy horse was a war chief because, you know, he was like Chesty Polar in battle. He didn't flinch. Didn't show fear. Let his men like a boss. 1868. The Treaty of Fort Laramon was signed, giving the Lakota and other Sioux in a rapaho tribes ownership of the Black Hills, and further land and hunting rights in South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana. What was known is that powder river country was to be henceforth closed

to all whites who weren't government workers on government business. And this temporarily ended crazy horses fighting with the US government. But then gold was discovered in the Black Hills by some trespassing prospectors in 1874. And just gold was discovered in the Black Hills by some trespassing prospectors in 1874. And just six years after signing the treaty, the government double crossed the tribes when they realized they just were unable to keep white settlers seeking gold out of that area. Migrant workers seeking gold had crossed the reservation borders and violation of the treaty. Indians had attacked these gold prospectors and the war was back on.

And then the US government seized the Black Hills land and it had just given them, given to the tribes in 1877. And then it broke up the Great Sue Reservation into several reduced reservations, which you know, further basically destroyed their kind of migratory way of life. Interesting side note, more than a century later, the Sue Nation won a victory in court on June 30th, 1980, in the United States versus the Sue Nation of Indians. The United States Supreme Court ruled that the government had illegally taken this land.

It upheld an award of 15.5 million for the market value of the land in 1877, along with 103 years worth of interest at 5% for an additional 105 million. The Lakota Sioux, however, have refused to accept payment and instead continue to demand the return of the territory from the United States. The money remains in a bureau of Indian affairs account accruing compound interest as of August 24, 2011. The most recent info I could find at a quick glance, the Sioux interest on their money had compounded to over $1.3 billion. And then as far as I know, they are still refusing to take it.

But back to 1876. On June 17th, 1876, a few years into the Black Hills double-crossed situation, Crazy Horse let a combined group of approximately 1,500 Lakota and Cheyenne in a surprise attack against Brigidier General George Crook's force of a thousand cavalry and infantry and allied 300 Croh and Chishoni warriors in the battle of the Rosebud. Now the battle, although not substantial in terms of human losses, did delay Crook's joining the 7th cavalry under George A Custer and contributed to Custer's subsequent defeat

the battle of Little Big Horn. General George Cruck was in command of one of three columns of soldiers converged on the Big Horn country of southern Montana that June, a large band of Sue and Cheyenne Indians under the direction of Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, and several other chiefs had congregated in the area in defiance of U.S. demands that the Indians can find themselves to a new reservation. You know, to new reservations. The Army viewed the Indians refusal as an opportunity to dispatch a massive three-pronged attack and win a decisive victory over these, you know, quote-unquote hostile Indians. Crook's column, Marching North from Fort Fetterman and Wyoming, the Wyoming Territory, was to join

with two others, General Gibbons column coming east from Fort Ellis and Montana or the Montana territory and general Terry's force coming west from Fort Abram or Abraham Lincoln and Dakota in the Dakota territory Terry's Forrest included the soon to be famous seventh cavalry under the command of George Custer the vast distances and lack of reliable Communications made it difficult to coordinate But the three armies planned to converge on the valley of the Big Horn river and stage an assault on an enemy whose location and size were only kind of vaguely known. As Krick approached the Big Horn, his Indian scouts informed him that they

had found signs of a major su-force that must still be nearby. Krick was convinced that the Sue were encamped in a large village somewhere along Rosebud Creek just east of the Big Horn. Like most of his fellow officers, Krick believed that the Indians were more likely to flee than stand in fight, and he was determined to find the village in attack before the Sioux could escape into the wilderness. Crook's Indian allies, again, roughly 300 crores and shoney warriors were less certain. They suspected the Sioux forces under the command of Crazy Horse at War Chief who absolutely was not going to run.

Crazy Horse they warned was too shrewd to give Crook an opportunity to attack a stationary village. Crook soon learned that his allies were correct. Around 8 a.m. June 17, 1876, Crook halted his force of about 1300 men in the bowl of a small valley along Rosebud Creek in order to allow the rear of the column to catch up. Crick soldiers unsattled and let their horses graze while they relaxed in the grass and enjoyed the cool mountain air.

The American soldiers were out in the open, divided and unprepared. Suddenly, several Indian scouts rode into the camp at full gallop, soo, soo, they shouted, many soo, within minutes a massive soo warriors began to converge on the army. A force of at least 1500 mounted so Warriors caught crook soldiers by surprise, crazy horse had kept an additional 2500 warriors in reserve to finish the attack. Fortunately for crook, one segment of his army was not caught unprepared. His 262 crow and Shoshone allies had taken up advanced positions about 500 yards from the main body of soldiers. With astonishing courage, the Indian Warriors boldly counterchards the much larger invading force. They managed to blunt the initial attack long

enough for Kruk to regroup his men and send soldiers forward to support his Indian allies. The fighting continued until noon. Man, just hours of fighting. When the Sioux, perhaps hoping to draw Kruk's army into an ambush retreated from the field. The combined force of 4,000 Sioux warriors had outnumbered Crooks divided an unprepared army by more than three to one. Had it not been Crooks for Crooks Indian allies, Americans today might well remember the battle of the Rosebud as they do the subsequent battle of the little big horn in terms of substantial losses.

As it was, Crooks team was badly bloody. 28 men were killed. 58 were seriously wounded, but it could have been much worse. Crook had no choice but to withdraw on regroup. Crazy horse had lost only 13 men in all that fighting. And his warriors were emboldened by their successful attack on these American soldiers. Eight days later, they would join their tribesmen in the Battle of Little Bighorn. June 25th, 1876, the Battle of Little Bighorn, custers last stand.

By late spring in 1876, more than 10,000 American Indians had gathered in a camp along the Little Big Horn River, which they called the Greasy Grass, in defiance of a U.S. War Department order to return to the reservations or risk being attacked. At midday on June 25th, Custer 600 men entered the Little Big Horn Valley, among the Native Americans, word quickly spread of the impending attack. The older chief sitting bull rallied the warriors and saw to the safety of the women and children while crazy horse set off with a large force

to meet the attackers head on. Of course he did. Dude was fearless. He was tired of being fucked with by the Americans bouncing them from whatever reservation was most convenient at the time. You know, he's running into the battle in the days when you didn't even get to always shoot men

from a distance, you know. He was shooting on horseback, you know, but you know, with his arrow or rifle, or actually Tomahawking to dude, Jesus man, face to face, fighting to the death. That is beyond intense. It's amazing that he was able to ride on the horse at all with the pair of nuts he must have had.

Must have been huge. He must have had to drape one giant ball on one side of his horse and then other side on the other side of his horse, just so much nuts. Despite Custer's desperate attempts to regroup his men, they were quickly overwhelmed. Custer and some 200 men in his battalion were attacked by as many as 3,000 American Indians led primarily by Chief Crazy Horse within an hour, you know, Custer and all his soldiers were dead. It was not the custom of the American Indian tribes to take prisoners in battle. The battle of the Little Big Horn also called Custer's last stand marked the

most decisive Native American victory and the worst U.S. Army defeat in the long planes in the war. Crazy horse was heavily involved in the two greatest victories of the Sue nation, the biggest victories they'd ever had to expand to US military, and that's why we still know his name today. Unfortunately for Crazy Horse, you know, the demise of Custard and his men outraged many white Americans who confirmed their image of the Indians as wild and bloodthirsty. So the US government increased its efforts to subdue the tribes, and within five years years almost all of the sue in Cheyenne would be confined to reservations. January 8th, 1877, Crazy Horse's warriors fought their last major battle at Wolf Mountain against the US cavalry in the Montana territory.

His people struggled to the winter, 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 May 5th 1877 Crazy horse and other northern Oglala leaders arrive at the Red Cloud Agency located near Fort Robinson, Nebraska Together with he dog little big man iron crow and others Notice high forehead was not in there. They met in a solemn ceremony with first lieutenant William P. Clark as the first step in their formal surrender. For the next four months, crazy horse resided in his village near the Red

Cloud Agency. The attention that crazy horse received from the army drew the jealousy of Red Cloud in Spotted Tail to Lakota who had long before come to the agencies and adopted the white ways. And then rumors of crazy horse's desire to slip away and return to the old ways of life started to spread. You know, in August 1877, offers at camp. Robison received word that the Nespears of Chief Joseph had broken out of their reservation in Idaho and were fleeing north through Montana toward Canada. When asked by Lieutenant Clark to join the army against the Nespears to help bring him down Crazy Horse and the Minikon Jew leader touched

the clouds objected, saying they had promised to remain at peace when they surrendered. With the growing trouble at the Red Cloud Agency, rumors swirling about of Crazy Horse maybe starting trouble, General George Kruk was ordered to stop at Fort Robinson. A council of the Aglada leadership was called, then canceled when Cooke was incorrectly informed that Crazy Horse had said during the previous evening that he intended to kill the general during the proceedings. Cooke then ordered Crazy Horse's arrest and departed, leaving the post commander at Fort Robinson, Lieutenant Colonel, Luther P. Bradley to carry out this arrest order.

Additional troops were brought in from Fort Laramie. On the morning of September 4th, 1877, two columns moved against Crazy Horses Village, only to find that it had scattered during the night. Crazy Horses fled to the nearby spotted tail agency with his wife, who'd become ill with terberculosis. After meeting with military officials at Camp Sheridan, the adjacent military post to the, to the spotted tail agency. Crazy horse agreed to return to Fort Robinson with Lieutenant Jesse and Lee, the Indian agent at spotted tail. Well, now on September 5th, 1877, under a flag

of truce, crazy, crazy horse went to Fort Robinson negotiations with the US military leaders, you know, had broken down. I went and says blame the breakdown and negotiations with another translator who had incorrectly translated with Crazy Horse's said, the fucking translator's man. So many problems with language. And you know, and sometimes there isn't just an equivalent word in one language for another. Symantics are based in culture and if one culture

is vastly different than another, as in this case, the words don't equate because the concepts don't equate. Well, Crazy Horse is being escorted now towards a jail, but he hadn't realized because of the language barrier that he'd actually been arrested. He didn't realize he was being taken to be imprisoned. Once he did realize this, the commanding officers were planning on putting him in a cell and locking him up, he struggled to get away. He drew his knife.

Then a little big man, friend and fellow warrior of crazy horse, tries to restrain him. And then his crazy horse continues to try and free himself. An Indian infantry guard lunges in with the bayonet, stabs him in the back, mortally wounds to great warrior. Crazy horse dies shortly after the mortal wound is inflicted, gone to the place that awaits us all dead at the age of 36. Ish. dead at the age of 36. Ish. And just like that, one of the greatest warriors in the history of the Lakota and the Sue nations is gone forever.

And that takes us out of this time-subtimeline. Good job, soldier. Made it back. Barely. ["Bang"] ["Bang"] ["Bang"] So that is the life-achief crazy horse, what a brave and brilliant man.

Too bad his mission to preserve the life and customs of his people to keep their ancestral homelands was doomed long before he was born. Outside of being a god of war, he also seemed like just an interesting dude, apparently crazy horse refused to have his picture or likeness taken. He lived under the assumption that by taking a picture, you were taken a part of a soul and that was shortened his life. And his popular response to photography requests was, would you imprison my shadow too? When he was once asked by a cavalryman after surrounding where your lens now, he replied, my lens or where my dead library. Okay, man, just so different culturally. In a book titled Black Elk Speaks, a description

is given of crazy horses overall demeanor saying, he was a queer man and would go about the village without noticing people or saying anything. Oh, and by the way, if anyone's hung up on the word queer, that means strange. In the times this book was written, not home as actual. In his, yes, not a derogatory term there. In his own TV, he would joke and when he was on the warpath with a small party, he would joke to make his warriors feel good. But around the village, he hardly ever noticed anybody except little children.

All the Lakotas liked to dance and sing, but he never joined to dance, and they say nobody ever heard him sing, but everybody liked him, and they would do anything he wanted or go anywhere he said. And he was a spiritual man, as I said, before known for a tense and frequent visions. And now we're going to take one last look back at his life with some top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaway. Number one, Chief Crazy Horse was

a Lakota military leader who handed the US Calvary its two greatest great plans to feats. Crazy Horse was a Lakota military leader who handed the US Calvary its two greatest great plans to feats. Number 2 Crazy Horse became a chief and earned the name of his father by being an incredibly brave and brilliant military leader. Otherwise he could have ended up with a name like, you know, high forehead. Number 3 Crazy Horse died due to a translation misunderstanding. He didn't realize at first he was being taken to be jailed. And a separate translation misunderstanding with chief Concering Bear kicked off the battles he would make a name

for himself in. Miscommunications. The root of so many of our problems. Number four, the Sue Nation that Crazy Horse battled on behalf of, fought in the battle of Little Big Horn because the US government reneged on a treaty that had just given the Sue the Black Hills for their exclusive use after the government couldn't keep white sellers out of the area due to a recent discovery of gold. Gold, another source of so many of our problems. Money.

Number five, the crazy horse memorial on thunderhead mountain in the black hills of South Dakota has been under construction since 1948. And when completed, will be the world's largest sculpture by far. Polish-American sculptor Korzak Ziołkowski worked on Mount Rushmore, worked on the project from 1948 until his death in 1982. It's the age of 74. His wife Ruth continued to work on the project until her death in 2014. Lori Bekvarr, the president and chief operating officer of the Crazy Horse Memorial Foundation and two of the Zelkowski daughters, Jadwiga

and Monique now work on the massive project that is funded entirely through donations. The face of the sculpture is a towering 87 feet high. That was dedicated 1998. When completed, the sculpture itself will stand at 641 feet long and 563 feet tall, making it the world's largest sculpture by a lot. For size comparison, the head of Crazy Horse alone is 27 feet taller than the six story heads of Mount Rushmore. In fact, if you were to stack all the heads of Mount Rushmore on top of one another,

the tower of presidential noggins still wouldn't reach half the height of Crazy Horse's complete sculpture. The horse head alone could easily fit two of Lincoln's heads inside of it. So a giant project for a giant of a man. Go to Crazy Horse Memorial.org if you want to visit or attend a blasting party when more of the mountain is dynamited away to create more of the sculpture of crazy horse mounted atop his warsteed All right, I hope you enjoyed the first American Indian suck man Lakota champion chief crazy horse Stay tuned to the very end of this suck by the way for a few minutes of an awesome track Awesome musical tracks sending by an Australian band named the goddess

of an awesome track, awesome musical track, sent in by an Australian band named The Goddess, they're great musicians and time suckers, so you get a little music preview, just because you listen to time suck. Special thanks to time sucker, Jeremiah Haxard, for suggesting today's topic. Sometimes it's just one time sucker suggestion that powers through.

I love knowing so much more about the culture of the great soonation than I did last week. Thanks to Sidney Shive for managing the time suck emails and social media again. Big thanks to Jesse Dobner for editing this episode. Hit him up at Jesse Dobner at J-E-S-S-E-D-O-B-N-E-R at Outlook.com. For any editing work, you may need his fantastic. He got so many grammatical mistakes I was going to make in this episode. So many.

Excited for next Monday's suck already. The deatlov pass incident. Getlulf. I want another weird one, man. I want another weird episode. What happened to the hikers in the northern neural mountains of Russia in 1959? If they just died of hypothermia and the unforgiving sub-zero Russian winner, why was one of the dead hikers bodies found missing its tongue and eyes? Why didn't one have a fractured skull? Why didn't one have brain damage with no injury to the skull? Why was access to the region, you know, that they died in close for three years after the incident? Why do I want to investigate it? Is it because I've been watching season two of Stranger Things?

And this seems Stranger Things-ish-e? Does Nimrod compel me towards sucking this topic? Is it the work of Lucaphina, Sweet, Sultry solitary Luciferina? Another mystery sucked this Monday. And then maybe a murderer after that, probably. Can't stray too far from murder. I understand the bloodlust of the cold to the curious and Luciferina assures me that you will be fed again soon. Thanks for the continued paypal, donations,

so generous. Thanks for choosing to link to Amazon from timesockpodcast.com. You helped the show. Thanks for buying times like hats, shirts, et for choosing to link to Amazon from timestruckpodcast.com. You helped the show. Thanks for buying time stock hats shirts, et cetera. I am getting more stuff.

It's up insane going. It is being worked on. The app is being worked on. Getting a studio set up where eventually for, you know, time suckers in the inland northwest. I'll have like visiting hours. You can pop by. If I can check out the clubhouse.

Trying to speed up development on new merch as fast as humanly possible. And yeah, one of these days, life will slow down enough for me to get back to those of you who have offered your services in a variety of ways. Sadly, I've just been so busy, I don't even have time to get back to people who are trying to make my life less busy.

It's a sad truth. Hope to get to that sooner than later, we'll get back eventually. Getting things organized, believe it or not I know I'm always in a behind but you know what the focus has to remain the episodes always got to get the suck Put out or fucking Nimrod will abuse me. I don't want to get put in the in the you know in his but hole I don't want to get stuck in Nimrod's but hole. All right. Let's catch up on the will of the suck with some time sucker updates the will of the suck with some time-sucker updates. Okay, Chesty Polar updates first, and I hope you veterans had a good veterans day by the

way. Thank you again for your service. Turns out I do not know my military terms, which makes sense since I did not serve in the military. Here are some corrections. The first is from Sucker and Navy Cormin. Corey, a showed. Corey writes in with Dear Master Esquire, Suck Lord of Nimrod, of Nimrod III. I love how creative you guys get with these fucking titles. First is a Navy Cormin. I want to say in the Navy E1 are not privates. Seaman recruit, but your Veterans Day tribute

was indeed a great tribute to Chasty as every Marine and Doc, Navymin idolized him for his accomplishments just like General Matis Just a Mimpo for the suck at the battle of Chipotle Peck in honor of all the NCO lost once you become an NCO You gain a blood strip on your pants if you look at pictures of an E3 versus E4 you will see Also in the Battle of Belou, a blue wood, the French gave the regiments, the highest honor of the French for a year.

It can give to any of those who have served in the unit past or present, who are authorized to wear it. He says like me, love the suck and keep on feeding the sucking. Thank you, Cory. E1 not private got it now and I thank you for the clarification.

Next update from Time Sucker and Nareen Michael Romance says Dan leather next sucker. Great, great podcast and with this one you won me over. But being a Marine I need to correct you on some points. First, Chasty one five Navy crosses not six. Like you mentioned, second believe below. Ah, bellow, bellow would. Oh, there he goes. He says bellow, bellow wood. Oh, there you go. So you get says bellow wood is pronounced like bellow.

And third, um, uh, palilu is pronounced like palilu, palilu. You know what's tough on those is I really do look up pronunciation videos, uh, videos, uh, for those. But sometimes like the only ones you can find that are halfway decent are in the native language. So you're kind of doing like the original French for that word, not the Americanized French

that has since become colloquialized and accepted. And again, man, if we learn nothing else from this episode today, man, just the problems with language. Okay, so yes, Paley Lou. And last but not least, you are correct. We are a department of the Navy. The men's department keeps sucking the good suck and I'm sure we can make both jangles and

honorary devil duck. I love a Michael. Thank you. And sorry if I misspoke about Chessie's Navy crosses. I did know he won five, but it was presented with different verbiage and different accounts of his valor and different sources. The six cross I was referring to was the Army Distinguished Service Cross that he also won. And the book I read referred to him as winning like one cross, but then getting stars added to the cross, which made me, you know, the math little fuzzy for me. But yes, five Navy crosses, you are correct. And so many Marines did write in with the Men's Department joke, even some Navy guys writing with that. All in good fun. And this end from another Marine Time Sucker one of date no house finest police officers, Nate Nolte. So I just got done listening to this week's

suck on the Almighty Chasty puller over all it was great. However, be ready. I imagine you will get no less than 25 messages of some type or another telling you that Marines are not soldiers. Marines are Marines. Army guys are soldiers, Marines are Marines. I had to talk Nick, my son, out of driving to the potato state and explaining that to you with his Marine-issued combat boots. Just kidding, obviously he would have taken a plane. Anyway, you might want to mention that in your next update, so as not to be mobbed at your next event, I did get a kick out of the bit about squids going up against

or going up to the Marines and trying to order them around, though. That was nice. Hail Nimrod Nate. And I love Nate's email signature code. It says violence isn't always the answer. In fact, it's rarely the answer. But when it is the answer, it's the only answer. Man, a great.

I love that quote. Sometimes violence is the answer. Man, it's the violent world. And yes, I dick it a lot of emails. No offense intended. Marines. A Marine is a Marine is a Marine. And thank you again for all the info and clarification.

We're all learning together, man. Trying to understand this crazy world around us is best we can before we head off to the next great adventure. Wherever that may be. Final update. Sweet one from a very dedicated sucker. I have met several times Shannon Frisbee. Shannon wrote in saying, hey, it was great senior in Dayton.

Hope you had a fun visit to Ohio. I have a question for you, not sure if it is something you can do. Well, I can't Shannon. Joe has a birthday on November 18th. He never asked for anything. And all the eight years that we've been together, I was wondering if maybe you can help me give him a little

surprise by giving him a little shout out on time, Suk. I know you record earlier, so I don't know if it's too late or even if it's something you want to do, which is totally fine. It was just a thought, but a shout out from you would totally blow him away. Either way it's fine, we are still fans for life. He does so much for our family and is just sweet and loving. Just one example, he took me horseback riding through his safari from my birthday and he's

allergic to pretty much anything with fur and anything green. Oh, and he only ridden a horse once before. I just wanted to know how much I love and appreciate him. Anyway, sorry to send a long message. I know you are super busy with the suck. If you can, that is great. And if you can, it's fine too. We will still be listening and come see you every time you are close to Ohio. So until we see you again, keep on sucking. Absolutely, Shannon. Joe, happy fucking birthday. You magnificent bastard. I've met Joe and Shannon numerous times and they're wonderful people.

Man, it's funny. The past six months is a suck is grown and more and more of you have come out to shows. I get the same feedback from the clubs every single week. From the weight staff, from the management, they just say, your crowds are great. Man, your fans are awesome. So well behaved. Good tippers, good people. I should almost make me tear up, man.

You know, it's like, I feel like a proud fucking parent when I hear stuff like people. I should almost make me tear up, man. You know, it's like I feel like a proud fucking parent when I hear stuff like that. I'm honored. Not only so many people have chosen to let me be a part of their lives, but even more importantly, good people have chosen that. You know, wonderful human beings. You guys are soft on me up, man. My Grinch heart is growing.

You might just ruin me, but I love it. You make me a better person by knowing I need to be at the top of my game to continue to be worthy of a wonderful group of people's time. And that is all of people's time. And that is all for today's updates. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did.

And that is all for today's show. I mean, have a wonderful week by those Detroit tickets. You know, if you're going to go, get them soon. So Jimmy and James and I, you know, Jimmy and James are small Town murder, crime and sports, can get more live podcasts going out there. Take a moment to reflect in the beautiful and rich cultures of the tribes that have lived in our beautiful land long before the rest of us did. Keep on sucking and enjoy a little portion of a song called Haunt sent in by a great Australian band from Melbourne called the goddess, the band of Aussie time-sucker Shane Perry. ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ� nd nd nd nd

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