My Indian name is Sitting Wolf. I may have a little Indian blood in my roots, but I also have some French-Cajun ancestors who fought with Sitting Bull at the Battle of the Little Bighorn. They wore their Mardi Gras Indian costumes and blended in with the Native Indians. My ancestors were angry about how the Yankees were carpetbagging in Louisiana after the Civil War. The name Sitting Wolf passed down to me similarly to what I explained in my article at DeleryGazette.com entitled King Farouk III. https://delerygazette.org/2020/11/02/king-farouk-iii/
About my ascendency to the throne of the ancient King Farouk Dynasty which I explain in the article, I succeeded Fuad II who was the ninth mystical ruler of the ancient Muhammad Ali Dynasty and am in the lineage of the penultimate King of Mount Zion on the Caribbean Sea.
Sitting Bull posing below with Buffalo Bill, 1885
Buffalo Bill, known for his Wild West Show that featured Native American men and women, struck a partnership with Sitting Bull in 1885 when Sitting Bull performed on his show for several months. Sitting Bull lead his people against the US government at the Battle of Little Bighorn (among other battles).
After he left Bill’s show, the two remained friends that lasted until the end of their respective lives. Sitting Bull ended up going back to his tribe after the show in support of his tribe’s Ghost Dance movement which the United States looked upon as insubordination. The U.S. ended the tribe’s Ghost Dance ceremony with a massacre of the Indians.
Arapaho woman called ‘Pretty Nose’ sitting for her portrait at Fort Keogh, Montana, 1879
A photographer captured this image of Pretty Nose, a woman who was a member of the Arapaho tribe who was a war chief who took part in the Battle of Little Bighorn.
There are those who stated that she was a member of the Cheyenne tribe, but what she wore identified her as Arapaho, thanks to the black, red, and white cuffs adorning her. She lived well into old age, so much so that she was able to see her grandson, Mark Soldier Wolf, become an elder of the Arapaho tribe.
That American war plane looks beautiful flying off of the battleship on its way to mete out some American justice. Where are all of those great American heroes from back then who now would surely not allow these deplorables and sedtionists to drive a stake into the heart of our American justice.
My Cooking is Often Ruff.
Shockingly, I have not poisoned myself yet with my cooking during the pandemic. Normally, in regular times, one of my loved ones (like my #ex-wife, my daughters, my son-in-law, etc.) invites me over for pork chops, steaks, lasagna, grilled ribs, gumbo, shrimp stew and such… on almost a daily basis. Or else, every day I drive to one of my favorite creole/cajun restaurants for #worldfamous food… I cook at home often too if necessary. However, my cooking could gag a maggot; but you “got to do what you got to do.” Oh, I forgot, my sister Karen too brings over/ drops off her fine cuisine sometimes too… or my brother Carl and his wife pick me up every morning for lunch when they are in town. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10221056963626925&id=1028059611&sfnsn=mo