8.20.2020 – greatly prefer, cast

greatly prefer, cast
my lot to free open plains
than confined limits

Adapted from this passage,

If I were an Indian, I often think that I would greatly prefer to cast my lot among those of my people who adhered to the free open plains, rather than submit to the confined limits of a reservation, there to be the recipient of the blessed benefits of civilization, with its vices thrown in without stint or measure.

From the book, My life on the plains : Or, Personal experiences with Indians by By Gen. G. A. Custer, U. S. A. (New York: Sheldon and Company, 1874)

General George Armstrong Custer was a loud mouthed, big talking brag.

But he could see the other side of an arguement.

Based on the above passage, he might have even thought the other side had the right idea.

At least he could understand why the other side felt the way they did.

But like many loud mouthed, big talking brags, the General finished on a low note.

More famous today for the way he finished than for any other accomplishment in his life.

He did manage to graduate 35th in a class of 34 from West Point, which is a neat trick if you can pull it off.

A Major General of Volunteers in the Union Army at the age of 24.

Boggles the mind.

I still get a tear in my eye when Errol Flynn leads the charge of the Michigan Cavalry Brigade at the Battle of Gettysburg in the movie, They Died with Their Boots On.

I catch my breath when Mr. Flynn as General Custer calls to his men, “RIDE YOU WOLVERINES!”

But I digress.

The blessed benefits of civilization.

The blessed benefits of civilization, with its vices thrown in without stint or measure.

Again here, either the General or his ghost writer makes the good point.

I am working to make analogy that all of us this fall, will cast lots.

Do we cast our lot with the people of the free open plains.

Or for the confined limits with blessed benefits of civilization, with its vices thrown in without stint or measure.

It is easy to figure out who the loud mouthed, big talking brag is in my analogy.

The General could at least see the other.

The orange guy can’t.

And I can’t see the blessed benefits of his civilization, with its vices thrown in without stint or measure.

Counting down to a last stand.

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