Redstone sounds like one of those old, long haired hippies that sits around bemoaning and crapping on the very country that has given them freedom.
Chief S itting Bull is, sort of.
The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is a few months shy of 60 years old, and a native of New England, I think New Hampshire. While he and the lying tits primitive were hitch-hiking around the American Southwest during the early 1970s, he became enamoured of things Native American (Hopi, Navajo, whatnot), and thereafter started imagining himself as being of Native American derivation, so as to complement his Irish derivation.
Sort of like the same thing Doug's ex-wife did, in her own mind changing her own ethnic heritage. The primitives like to be descended from oppressed classes, not the oppressor classes.
But that's only a minor aspect of Chief S itting Bull.
The bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is alas afflicted with a degenerative neuro-muscular ailment. That is in fact unfortunate, and one wishes it were otherwise, but that is life.
My own interest with the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is how he reacts to this bad luck. Chief S itting Bull is notoriously violently vigorously Hate-filled, resentful, angry, pissed off; and yes, he has for example smacked poor little harmless birds in the beak. Among other acts of wanton cruelty and rage.
The guy has a short fuse, and flys off the handle quite easily.
This intrigues me because I'm curious as to why the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive thinks being this way will ameliorate his lot. As a person born deaf, I myself think that such an attitude makes life more unbearable, not easier.
I can't figure it out, and hence my fascination.
