History of thew World - Part I

Hello Patriot Team:

When we left off last time, I told you that we would go into the history of the world part I; or the history of the world according to "The" American Patriot.  Before I start on that journey, however, I thought you might be asking yourself, "Who is this character spewing this vile nonsense; and why should I listen to him or even support him??? (there's three questions there!).  So, let's try to answer those question and assuage or alleviate any trepidation  or fear(s) upon which you may be dwelling.

So, here is a brief history of ME:  My name is Eldee Charles Spratt.  I was born June 1, 1947 (And, I can prove that via a true and certified birth certificate - unlike somebody else we know), in Chicago, Illinois. When I was six years old my parents gained a bit of intelligence and moved the family to Southern California.  I grew up in the city of Norwalk (aka. The Keystone City of Los Angeles County).  I lived about ten miles from Disneyland and about ten miles from Huntington Beach.  So, yes I grew up in a middle income family as a beach bum.  Yes, I know, life was tough, but somebody had to live it.  I'm just glad it was me. Of course puberty was really tough though.  You know all those days at the beach; pretty young hard bodied ladies running all over the place; 1964, the free love movement in high gear, T-shirts with slogans like, "Make Love not War."   I honestly don't know how I survived (LOL).

I graduated from Santa Fe High in the city of Santa Fe Springs (The All-American City - 1958), in 1965.  I spent one year at Cerritos Junior College in Norwalk.  The next year Rio Hondo JC opened up its campus in Whittier.  Since I was in the Rio Hondo district I had to go there.  On December 24, 1966 I received a beautiful letter from my Uncle Sam saying just how much he appreciated me and would like me to join him and travel the world on his dime.  Being an intelligent young man (or so I thought), I went down to the recruiter's office and interviewed all of the branches available.  The army had the best program for me.
I could be an officer without possessing a bachelor's degree; and, if I enlisted instead of being drafted, I could get the school of my choice.  So, I signed up for special forces - green beret.  I didn't know how prolific a liar that those recruiter's are until six months later.  Suffice it to say, I was sent to Korea after the U.S.S. Pueblo was captured; where I did my best to keep up good international relations.  I spent a total of 31 months traipsing around the world in olive drab.

After leaving the army, I went back to school on the G.I. Bill.  I eventually graduated from California State University at Fullerton.  A couple of years later I went to work for Rockwell International.  They told me that if I could get into grad school that they would pay for my education.  I was accepted into Pepperdine University where I earned my MBA (Master's of Business Administration) to go along with my finance degree with a double minor in accounting and mathematics.  There you have it, ME in a nutshell.

Now, on to the History of the World - Part I.

For five thousand years, the world had one form of government, one guy on top and everyone else underneath.  It didn't matter what you called him : Pharaoh, Sultan, King, Ruler, Czar (or Tsar), Emperor, Khan, Tyrant or Caesar.  You can bet your boots that he was the biggest, baddest, meanest, S.O.B. that walked the face of the earth. He was the toughest guy around, with the attitude that Mr. T had in Rocky III, "I pity the fool who tries to take what's mine."  Since he couldn't do it all alone, he enlisted the help of other bullies and thugs.  These guys eventually became the peerage, the nobles.  They became the feudal lords. The main problem, however, was every time the ruler was replaced, so were the 'nobles.'

After about thirty centuries or so, the nobles, that is the barons and dukes had had enough.  Hence, in jolly old England, the nobles revolted (kind of) against King John.  John was pretty much a tyrant.  He was also a sniveling, back stabbing, spineless yellow bellied snake in  the grass (He was probably a bi-polar sociopath - my thoughts; not confirmed), as well as King Richard the Lion Hearted's brother.  Unfortunately for the subjects of Richard, he was too busy off at the Crusades to take care of his people.  Hence, his people suffered mightily under the black thumb of John.  So, on June 15, 1215, the barons and dukes got together and met King John on the plains of Runnymeade, along the river Thames just outside of London.  There the nobles asked John to sign a document they called the Magna Carta.  King John of course became outraged
and said something to effect of why would I be so stupid as to sign away any of my powers.  The nobles responded in kind by pointing out that if he didn't sign the document that they would behead him, put his head on a pike and place it right outside the gates of London for the whole world to see.  John thought for a moment or two and decided it would be in his best interest to be alive and at least he would still be the King. So, with much trepidation, John capitulated and the nobles now held property rights which could be passed down to their heirs, as well as 42 other rights (not privileges).  John died a year later on October 19, 1216.

We'll continue next time with more fascinating history from "The" American Patriot.