Peltier is obsessively compelled to portray himself as a real badass, a person who instills fear, when the truth of the matter he is anything but and probably a contributing factor to the high volume turn over in attorneys.
He attempts this by reciting how he “shot the m’fer” any way even though they were “begging” for their life when referencing a federal agent.
Or how the mere act of fixing his steely eyed “warrior” gaze on the Trimbach’s struck fear in their hearts, then going on to dramatize the moment in saying if he had made some kind of a move he would have been beaten, gassed, and shoot with rubber bullets.
Good thing for all concerned he was able to exercise restraint huh?
I can’t say if this was actually the way of it or not as I didn’t witness this wilting of individuals under the warrior’s gaze, neither can anyone else. But for the faithful it is enough that an established and well documented serial liar has said it was so, such is the cult mentality of the walking brain dead.
A badass who sticks a gun in a woman’s face while “interrogating” her. A badass who bails and runs like a scared rabbit leaving women, one of them pregnant, to fend for themselves during the infamous Oregon RV stop.
Such is the way of the AIM “warriors” and the low esteem they have held for women.
Now the badass wants to talk about our people’s youth, their importance and his desires for them, he sees himself as a mentor – a concern he failed to evidence for the unborn in the womb of Kamook when he tucked his tail between his legs and ran.
This alleged strength of being and presence he claims to evidence leads fellow inmates to give him a “heroes welcome” following a transfer – this strength leads him to snitch on a fellow inmate when he is “bad jacketed” for tampering with an electrical fixture.
If it was a bad jacket then it seems “Karmic” in nature, a little of that what goes around comes around.
A badass who drones on about being brave and courageous, about being recognized a hero, and yet snivels and whines that nobody was shot, hit, hurt in the direction he was shooting.
A disgusting attempt to portray himself as a “good Indian”, while looking to have it both ways.
A little misguided perhaps but someone you could trust to hang around the fort…ultimately the reluctant hero who put on a show about actually taking a warrior’s stand against a two man “invasion”.
Yeah, this is the stuff legends are made of.