Come on! We can take 'em!

Today is the anniversary of the Battle of the Little Big Horn, in which General George Armstrong Custer managed to spectacularly misjudge the precariousness of his situation (misjudging the numbers of the enemy and marching straight into unfamiliar terrain, for example), and thus got himself and every man in his command killed by Sioux and Cheyenne Indians. Whoops.

I remember, incidentally, once watching a Pat Buchanan rally during one of the times he ran for President. He was going on about how horrible "historical revisionism" is, and how when he was a kid, it was called "Custer's Last Stand", but then in the name of "political correctness" it got changed to "The Battle of the Little Big Horn", and by gum when he was President, it would be "Custer's Last Stand" again! And I was thinking, "Wasn't Custer pretty much of a boob whose ineptitude led to disaster? Why would we want to honor that?"

Anyway, if you are ever driving I-90 through Montana, stop at the monument to the Battle. It's not hard to get to -- in fact, it's visible from the Interstate itself -- and it's a very fascinating spot. There is a museum there, a cemetery, and the battlefields themselves, bearing markers erected where Custer and his men each fell.