The Mad Indian:
It's your fauly, Sitting Bull. You sign peace treaties, and they wipe their asses with ourtreaties. They wipe their asses with them!
Sitting Bull:
This is the soldier's fury. The wise President Nixon ignores all this, I hope.
The Mad Indian:
They devastated our fields. Yes, our fields! They cut down our forests. Yes, our forests! They exterminated our game. Yes, our game! They poison us every day with their alcohol and their flour full of strychnine. But don't listen to me. I'm a madman! We are condemned to die on reservations. They slaughter us as soon as they have a chance, but their President doesn't know anything about it. But don't listen to me. I'm a madman. The President doesn't know anything about it.
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 07:19

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