This is the day...

September 5th, 1877, that Chief Crazy Horse was murdered at Fort Robinson, Nebraska.

I went to the site where they killed him when the Brits were here. I was disappointed. Really...I don't know why.

I guess because when you go into this land...about an hour out. There is a big, huge sign that says Land Of Crazy Horse...Chief of the Oglala Sioux...and they advertise on this billboard, a fur museum, the state park and Fort Robinson park. Then you get there and there are ho downs, chuck wagon suppers,and kayaking, and little cabins for corny ass families to rent and feel like they live in the old west. Then there is an old general store with penny candy, tobacco in pouches, lemonade and everything else there is to make the Smith's, the Roger's, and the Hockenbock's feel like they are real pioneers.

So that is why I was disappointed. I just tried to imagine if anywhere else in America, where someone that was such a great leader to their people, had been murdered...if it was a tourist trap...anywhere else. I don't know.

Then there are reconstructed barracks of the actual soldiers and the reconstructed jail where they kept the hostile Indians who really were not hostile. Ok, they were, but they were fighting for their land. They wanted to live in the days where they were rich in natural resources and were free to roam and speak their language. They were fighting for a life they loved.

Crazy Horse was one of them. Crazy Horse fought for this way of life until he was killed and stabbed in the back.

This is why he is iconic to us. This is why we don't forget him. He is our hero.

So in a way I was disappointed when I seen the pile of rocks with the plaque on it...in the middle of the hoopla that depicted the spot he died. I offered tobacco to this spot. I am thankful he is not buried there and nobody can make money on his grave.. I am thankful nobody know where his final resting spot is. I am thankful to be of his people.

Like he said..."When you see the Black Hills remember me. "

Well I can't see the Black Hills from the reservation that he fought to keep us off of, but on this day of his death I will remember our great leader.

My sister Jaida is a badass photgrapher

She took this hauntingly beautiful picture of my youngest sister Jonna in an old abandoned house. I encouraged her to enter it in a photo contest online. And it is.



so far she has 37 votes and was in the lead all day yesterday....then we woke up to this picture being in the lead.




I was like WTF! There is no play on light...I mean look at it the lighting is horrible. Anyone and their 90 year old grandpa could have taken that picture. Then I realized what it was. They are playing the 9/11 card because it is September. And it is a picture of a damn dam with a paper sign in the middle of South Dakota. I mean if you want to be patriotic...fine. But come on, vote for the real winning piece of photgraphy here.

vote here.