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!

The World and Everything In It

If you believe that God is the name of the most powerful life force that ever existed and who has absolute power over death then you’re like me.

I think that I like the idea that humans began in Africa, after all, there is a very reputable book publisher named Dell that states that the oldest bones were found in Central Africa about forty thousand years ago, so who am I to argue. The next oldest idea is that human life began in Syria or South America about twenty thousand years ago. There’s an idea that life began in China about eight thousand years ago and another idea contained in a book called the Holy Bible that states life was destroyed by a flood that covered the whole earth and a family of eight were lucky enough to get a heads up by God and built an Ark and filled it with a lot of animals and survived to begin again somewhere near Kuwait a few thousand years ago.

Do you think that maybe some people think about the past a lot?

I like the past.

I can hardly remember much about the past, but, I like it.

It sounds like it belongs there.

Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday…,

What about today?

The United States Government is still waiting to hear what the Tax Payers and Voters have to say about the United States and Mexico Border before there able to Uphold and Enforce the Laws because they have been entrusted to carry out the orders of the people that live there and make the decisions about what goes on in the area and besides there the ones with all the money.

The Federal Government states that the United States Government owes them so much money they will never be out of debt and Mexico is the only country anywhere that calls itself the Federal Government of Mexico so what are they up to anyway?

The Bankers are difficult to understand sometimes and since they keep talking about a Government shut down I wonder if they’re worried that if everybody thinks they owe them so much money they aren’t trying to figure out a way to get it from them and keep it coming in after it’s built so they don’t really know if they want to agree to pay for a wall over and over again and it’s become this mottled conversation because people need jobs anyway and who cares after all it’s only money that will probably end up back at the bank anyway.

Is it about the United States Government and the Citizens feeling like they have enough Rights to tell the Federal Government to back off and still get paid anyway because no one wants to give someone something if they’re just going to insult their intelligence and hurt their feelings, too.

All I know is that there shouldn’t be any unemployment because money isn’t something the Federal Government is short on but getting paid to be useful for something other than protesting is something the United States Government and Citizens complain that there just isn’t enough to go around to keep everyone on their best behavior but then again there always were a lot of people that enjoyed sex, violence and partying right in front of those that don’t really know anything about it.

Will the Federal Government pull through this one and keep the money in circulation with three eight hour shifts on a twenty four hour a day schedule or will they call it a night and lock it all up and take a shift or two off.

I guess will all have to just wait and see…,

Seattle Story Tellers

My earliest memory of Seattle, known as the Emerald City, is when I was about four years old and I was in the Kennedy Household and John F. Kennedy, Jr. let me wear the grey wool suit that he wore to his dad’s funeral, the late United States President John F. Kennedy and I had a lot of people taking my picture. I wasn’t any stranger to picture taking because my mom and dad entered me into all kinds of beauty contests back in Philadelphia, New York, Washington, D.C. and a few more world class cities. When I was six years old, believe it or not I became a lifetime SAG-AFTRA Member and that’s an Actor/Lawyer on behalf of the Government and then after getting a lot of work in Showbiz and getting famous by the time I turned twelve years old I was asked to loan the money to Seattle Municipal Hall because they were poor and there were a lot of people that really didn’t want to offer much debt forgiveness to the poor thinking they have too much trouble understanding that people work hard for their money and don’t want to feel like they’re just giving it away so it was kind of a renaissance of charity. At about the time I turned fourteen I got a really cool computer company that I’m pretty sure without saying very much I would just let them handle the profits and I also got a scholarship to the University of the Air-Force and four years later I graduated.


I was living in Seattle and I had many jobs that everyone kept referring to as Agency Work and told me that I had a lot of money on account and asked me what I was going to do with it all and one time I said that I would like to go to Disneyland and so began a very fairytale like lifestyle for me, “The Kidd from the Orphanage” for many years to come.

The Economy and the Psychlogy of Pressure

I think about a lot of things every day and today they seem to have asked me to place them on the people with those views and opinions that seem to strongly suggest that everyone is to concede and stop to look at them before resuming their work thinking about them as they get sleepy and want to retire to some place comfortable much better for it and then to not have to think about how taxes affect everyone because that’s their job.

So let me begin by pointing out that the United States President makes decisions that are meant benefit everyone.

The President is a strong advocate for everyone and the dreams they have of financial independence as the reality and meaning of what it means to be a United States Citizen and an American by talking candidly, hopefully and enthusiastically about those values.

A United States Citizen is anyone born in the U.S. and anyone else that the Immigration and Naturalisation Service decides is worth it.

The United States has always been a place where anyone can find what they need if they can wait long enough and America has always been the place where waiting is a big part of life and the thing that we have in common and that’s the pay.

Food and Drinking It

Shakes, shakes, shakes, there are so many nutritional supplements to choose from most of us that have been at it for awhile don’t care to talk about them for very long at all because when we do we use a lot of words like healthy, sick, strong, diarrhea, and more or less that we wind up darn close to having a fit and going off the plan we made to keep that from happening as if we could control the natural urge to ignore everything we ever knew about life, the language of love, and go on grunting and groaning looking for something satisfying that makes us feel like a million bucks and ready to go after it and grab it by the horns.

In The End Will It Matter

All of us make choices everyday about what we want from life. We wake up and decide what we’ll do today. Some of us hardly put much thought into it because we’re programmed to do what needs to be done to see another day, but some of us put a lot of thought into it and I think that can lead to problems. I don’t think we have much of a choice in that though either. Sometimes, life wants us to know that death is always nearby and that we should be thankful for something, but what? Should we be thankful for life? Should we be thankful for death? I think we need to be thankful for what ever makes us happy. Does everything make us happy. Do we sometimes resemble a dog laying down on its back getting its tummy rubbed? I think we do. Sometimes, we have to be thankful for the small stuff. Are we always thankful for the big stuff? If there was a fifty foot monster looking for something to eat that accidentally stepped on five people having coffee and donuts at an outdoor café do you think anyone would really be happy? Would the monster be happy? Yes, maybe the monster eats people and instead of having escargot the monster has to have pancakes. What are you like if you want something and you get something almost the same but not quite? Are you fun to be around? So please think about your attitude before you say something crazy.