But this thing, reality, it is funny, isn't it? And yes, I do mean funny in the conventional sense, as in ha ha. General George Armstrong Custer, brave Civil War hero, goes out to tame the savages in great deeds of brave derring-do, so popular, so heroic, if he had not been massacred he very well could have been elected the President of the United States, not that there were many states back then. What am I talking about? That's pert near in the future for me, the day Custer dies.
It's truth. Reality. Custer, the hero.
Then, time passes. Things change. Who moved my cheese?! (Which is a much better question to ask than the bit about cutting it.) Not Indians, you fool, but , American Natives, or indiginous peoples, you slothful sluggard.
The reality is, Custer is a murderer, not a hero, don't you know a thing about reality, about truth? Boob. Yes I said it.
