Sitting Bull

I am a Native American chief, the leader of the Nation of Sioux in the battle of the Little Bighorn, I am sure you remember that one (especially if your name is Custer). I rose to prominence in the Sioux warfare against the whites and the resistance of the Native Americans under my command to forced settlement on a reservation led to a punitive expedition (forked tongue white man talk for killing my people). In the course of the resistance occurred the Native American victory on the Little Bighorn, where George Armstrong Custer and his men were defeated and killed on June 25, 1876 (Had he not been such an arrogant bastard and just gone home he might have lived). Some of my followers and I escaped to Canada, but we returned (1881) on a promise of a pardon and were settled on a reservation. In 1885 I appeared in Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, but my problems with the white mans government was not at an end. I encouraged the Sioux to refuse to sell their lands, and I advocated the ghost dance religion (It is very complicated and involves a type of wild mushroom, you wouldn't understand). They claim I was killed by Native American police on a charge of resisting arrest. But that was just an elaborate plot I dreamed up to keep the IRS of my back. They wanted 20 percent of my earning from the Buffalo Bill Show and were auditing me because I could not show income great enough to justify so many tee pees. Now I run a respectable chain of convenience store/casinos throughout the Dakota territories. It seem however that your government is once again becoming a nuisance and I must become involved. I may be old, but I am strong with good medicine.