An Informal United States History Lesson

According to the “History Books”, I’ve been reading over the years, the Americas could have begun about twenty thousand years ago when Mongolians crossed the Bering Sea and the Pacific Ocean at the Isthmus or land bridge connecting the Siberian Wilderness of the Asian Continent with the Alaskan Wilderness of the North American Continent at about the Arctic Circle continuing east and south eventually reaching Cape Horne in South America eventually becoming known as the Aztec, Maya and Inca. Although, the people who write those kinds of “History Books” are amazing and very smart I must admit I think they are politically minded and very interested in selling books and the conversations about them because the Europeans might have traveled to North America long before Leif Eriksson did at about the time England became a country around one thousand years in the common era or after “Jesus Christ” the true Author of the “Holy Bible” lived and died for all of our sins so that we could all go to heaven just for admitting that’s the truth and the Africans might have traveled to South America long before they were brought there by the European Slave Traders of the seventeenth century and everybody just co-existed by helping one another survive nature every day through conversation and putting in overtime when one of them wasn’t feeling so well.

As far as I know, I’m from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania but there’s a chance that I might actually be from Germany since the General Hospital I was born at was a Museum at the time and my parents indicated that I may have been orphaned to New York but was adopted and probably by some people from Washington. Lucky me!

I like Seattle and according to a lot of people I made a lot of money working for the government and I’m rich and all I have to do is ask and I can have as much as I need. Great!

Apparently, the economy is in terrible shape and I haven’t been unable to get much from them so I have to be patient and stay outside at night and try to wait until things get better so I’ve always been told by everyone I’ve ever known and they tell me that it might be a good idea to find somebody that I like and ask them if they can help me out and that I should promise to repay them as soon as possible if they do. Well, that’s easier said then done because I’m a prude and I’m vigilant about it. I don’t like to be touched by strangers. No sir, Bob! I am about the most sensitive person I know and when people touch me I can get really mad unless I’m tired and then if it happens, I usually sleep right through it, so I’ve been told by everybody, a long time ago.

I guess I call this an informal history because I have tried formality and that was difficult so I’m trying to think about it this way. After all, I’m in the Northwest and it wasn’t so long ago that the Northwest was a British Protectorate and it still hasn’t wholeheartedly accepted the United States Government as the undisputed official leaders of their life and everything about it, yet, but, it won’t be long, I’ve heard before they do. Did I tell you they convinced me to sign papers that say I’m “United States Government” and that I loaned them my money, afterwards, they told me that because of the injuries I got on the road to fame and fortune that I might not ever get the property that properly identifies me as one of the bosses so I’m left wondering about a lot of things and so are all of the people I see and hear from every day I have to get up and try to find some civilized way to talk to the government about my predicament and face everyone with a smile and something nice to say and well telling them, when I’m nervous, that I’m no angel just doesn’t really sound like something nice, does it? I’m learning to just try and fit in and well that means I have to try and not let the psychology people use to get their way bother me all that much and I have to try and not let the psychology I use get on everyone’s nerves. It’s practically impossible but I’m trying. To tell you the truth. I’ve hurt people bad for messing with me and I expect to be taken out in a really bloody way soon. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be so painful I’m going to cry and beg but they’re not going to listen and I’m almost getting to the point where I just don’t care anymore. I’m sick and tired. I struggle every day and I watch everybody around me as they play around and I can’t help but feel disgusted and I’m ready to explode all over the place. I sure got played growing up. I made more money then ten thousand people might make in a lifetime and it seems like the authorities insist that I must of stole it or something. I thought by forty six I was going to have a place of my own and a car and someone to come home to at the end of the day that cares whether I’m okay or not but I just have the truth and I go to bed angry a lot and have nightmares and people do things to me that I don’t like to wake me up and laugh about it and a lot of them imply they’d like to have sex with me whether I’m awake or not and they’re pretty much not my type. I guess working for the government is supposed to be that way. The people with the guns make all of the decisions and those of us that don’t have one just have to look them in the eye and be ready for whatever they send our way. I graduated a Sociologist, Psychologist, Criminologist from the Civil Service College and the government supposed to pay me a decent wage no matter what but I guess they have a different plan. Politics! Politics! Politics! It really is the way they get through their day and their nights around here. Maybe, one day, things will be different. I just don’t know right now. I’m losing my mind. You don’t have to worry about me. Just try to keep your distance if you can. I don’t have no place to go except within and well that means close my eyes and ignore everyone and hope for the best. If you got someplace better to be then around a grumpy old man that smells bad then go there, please, it’s in your best interested, cause I’m not interested in partying anymore. I never really was anyway. I thought after the lights went down on Broadway as they say, I’d be able to be the Architect I was trained to be but I was wrong again. I admit it. Just stay away from me, please, I don’t want to have to hurt or kill anyone, anymore, I never really did. Go watch television or something I traveled around the world building the internet, radio and television networks for years. Use it already! So long. Goodbye. Thanks for your support!

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