Dreams of Crazy Horse

By David Glenn Cox

All that was left was ashes in a bowl; the embers had died, the heat

was gone, and the buzz had faded away. The New York Post’s cartoon of a

dead chimp is a subliminal warning. This is their mindset; this is

their sense of humor, a shark fin in the water or a bloody victim on

the sidewalk. They have been debased and exposed to the world as

charlatans and snake oil salesman. So what issues are left for them

now? Taxes, the freemarket? Globalism? Flag amendments or gay marriage?


have become the defracted, fractured, marginalized, marbleized fascist

party of four. They are like a cornered animal, unappreciated John

Wilkes Booths, one and all. Dreamers dreaming of worlds past and worlds

future and dreaming of who they need to remove to put that world into

place. Lenin is dead, so they smile and shake hands with one and all

while they finger the gun in their pocket with their other hand.


was Crazy Horse who said, “The world that men live in was only a shadow

of the real world. To get into the real world, he had to dream and when

he was in the real world everything seemed to float or dance. He had

learned that if he dreamed himself into the real world before a fight,

he could endure anything.” Much like Plato’s simile of the cave, except

that Crazy Horse did not recoil from the light; he embraced it. He

could dance between the worlds and glean knowledge from both.


for most of us, we watch the shadows of the flames dancing on the wall

and accept it as true enough. We look across the oceans without seeing

the world beneath. It was all Madoff and Stanford, but suddenly the

talk turns to drunken foreign ministers from a country on the other

side of the earth and that becomes news. Laugh, Pagliaccio, dance,

sleep. The world is melting down so stay where it is safe and warm, for

I’ll not tell you that Nedda loves you no more.

Before the sun

sets tonight 6,500 American families will have their homes foreclosed

on, and tomorrow it will be 6,500 more. The stock market has lost 500

points in four days of trading and Americans are driving less than at

any time since 1942. In 1942 they didn’t have gas or tires because of

the war effort. In 2009, however, they don’t have money for the gas;

and even worse they’ve nowhere to go. The President proposes to save

America’s struggling mortgagers by letting guilt or innocence be

determined by the executioner on the gallows.

He offers not a

rescue but a mitigation. It’s a Sigfried and Roy act, playing with

their kitties while unaware that the kitties have been dreaming of a

different world. Obama thinks these cats can be trained, with logic and

reason, to lay down with the lambs because it is just good policy. But

these cats dream, and they dream only of good eats. So it is a policy

of trying to train cannibals to become vegetarians by showing up alone

at dinner time with a salad and a bottle of steak sauce.


voted for change, and where we needed revolutionary change, all we got

was change in font or type size. As an enabler for the Wall Street

bankers on a lost-decade binge, he seeks to mend their ways with psalms

and salve while 6,500 American families are foreclosed on each day. We

needed Franklin Roosevelt and we got Neville Chamberlain.


reactionary forces will not cede power willingly; they can’t be

glad-handed or cajoled into doing what needs to be done. That infant

which should have been smothered in Reagan’s crib long ago now has

achieved maturity, and even as it looks back at the destruction in its

wake, it will never willingly give in. The conservative movement must

be slain; if not the Gorgon will return, angry for more blood.


must dream ourselves into the real world and realize that those in

control of this world blame us for its failings. They see us as the

source of its problems and value us only as a source of its sustenance.

We are just grist for the mill, breeders of its soldiers, and consumers

for its Wal-Marts. Mere eyes and ears to do as you’re told and believe

in only what they tell you to see.

We must claim our right as

heirs to a sound economic policy and a sane international policy. Not

change by compass points but change by direction. We need to save the

people and to hell with the banks. If you save the people the banks

will recover. We need a moratorium on foreclosures. It’s not just the

mortgage loans anymore, it’s the unemployed. What good are billions to

GM if no one can afford to buy a car? What good is giving Citigroup

billions if the credit card holders and mortgagees can’t make the next

month’s payment?

Like the adversaries of Crazy Horse, our

enemies do not care to see us, or respect our wishes. They will take

from you what is yours as theirs without a second thought or pang of

guilt. They will take your homes and your jobs and even the food from

your children’s mouths. Even now they refer to it as some sort of

manifest destiny, of things that must be done to protect their own

livelihood and restore the economy. “Why, if we just do nothing,” they

say, “well then, in a year or two, or maybe three, the problem will fix


Of all the men and women who have ever lived, fewer

than one percent have ever been to the shores of change. Change is

remote and abstract, but change is ours by divine right, and when the

sun shone on the fields of Runnymede what must it have felt like to

hold the sword to the throat of the king. To make the world bend to the

will of the people, to dream it into being. Few are granted the

privilege and fewer still are granted admission.

“There will be many stories of our times written, many forgotten, but they are none the less courageous for it.”


very great vision is needed and the man who has it must follow it as

the eagle seeks the deepest blue of the sky.” – Tashunka Witko ‘Crazy


Ben Cohen is the editor and founder of The Daily Banter. He lives in Washington DC where he does podcasts, teaches Martial Arts, and tries to be a good father. He would be extremely disturbed if you took him too seriously.