THIS STORY BEGINS WITHOUT ME
The abbot was walking across the lawn,
reciting the Lord's Prayer like Robespierre.
'Le Notre Pere' rolled off his tongue like
French creamed veal. I nodded my head
and greeted his zeal.
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It used to amaze me the manner in which
religious padres kept to their stances. Even
Anne Hutchinson, in her way, banished to
another place, in a land unknown to her,
like Roger Willims and the rest. Stumbling
southward and exiled to a 'Rhode Island'
they'd never much heard off.
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That's how things get done when you only
look back: Pearls of pricely wisdom now,
these items are the basis of your world. To
review the founding of this country, certainly
no 1619 Project is needed. Just look at who is
offering it to you, and make your own decision.
It wasn't slavery at all - just the endless and
idiotic caterwauling of landed sects quarrelling
with each other over their crazed religious tenets.
It's never ended and it never stopped: now a mere
filth-bucket of grime called 'America' in time.
Lost to the ages is anything good
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