Update: 10/18/24 01:21:23 AM
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Hi, my name's Bob… Consider me homeless… Took a lifetime to understand that's how people see me... always have, and always will. A homeless guy livin' under a bridge. There is a history. Sort of starts...here. |
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No… read it. Not 'BASED' on a true story. 'IS' the true story. |
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Ok, that's it for
startup photos Except maybe this Indian His importance will be explained later... But first, a quick look at the barest beginning of the much loved Sugar Loaf you may have heard of... and people still come 'roun' tryin' to find. |
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Now... 'bout that
Indian It was a simple question, really. Naive, maybe 'So what kind of Indian was your grandmother?' The fact that my mother's grandmother was a full blooded somethin' or other seemed inocuous enough but I'd never really asked before. |
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Immediately my family
was glaring at me like I'd said, 'God is dead and Jesus is a Jew'. They fell into a loud scuffling quarrel and nothing was ever said about it again. I finally showed some interest and poof... The topic vanished. |
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I was flummoxed. But that was before I knew about the Tulsa race massacre, or Juneteenth, or how Indians would pose as being black because even the lowliest blacks were treated better than Injuns… Their very lives were on a constant precipice of deadly peril. Makes perfect sense my family wanted nothin' to do with that! Should prob'ly know better myself. |
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But I have no choice.
I have to show how my family was in Orange County long before the invasive Europeans stole the aboriginal homeland. Talk about Original Warwikians, get real! |
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Still, there is a
price to pay for admitting Native American heritage. Regular Americans, shocked by my admission, will throw me onto the pile with all the other things they hate. Tribals will only accuse me of cultural appropriation. |
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Remember what happened
to Elizabeth Warren when she admitted the same? That was sumpin' to see. Of course Wikimedia now 'pedia-washes' the whole affair with meaningless neutralizing scouring drivel. |
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I really should know
better, but I've never been shy about owning up to things other people would hide, such as my sketchy autochthonous DNA. |
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Good news for me is
I'm not running for any office, not applying for any job, don't need a loan, don't want a grant, have no boss or family to please, no team or group to placate; I have zero aspirations and not the slightest will to any kind of power; I don't use substances, don't really care what anybody thinks about me; and well uh, besides with Trump's first election it became abundantly clear that American democracy is dead and gone anyway... absolutely nothing matters anymore. |
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Sorry, but I get to
say whatever the fuck is true and nobody has the slightest recourse; homeless guys livin' under a bridge have few advantages ... being able to factually state the simple unadorned truth is prob'ly the only perk... so screw the trolls tryin' to elbow me out from under this bridge. Off we go! |
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Oh yeah, well, right,
you can pretend that what I'm saying is not the truth, only 'a' truth or 'my' truth; doesn't matter, I just don't give a rat's ass... all my bases are covered. |
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This film's not about
me anyway, it's about the incredible thing that happened in Sugar Loaf and the people who made it happen. You may have noticed their work swirling around this rant. And as their awesome truth is further revealed you might find it too much to bear and wish I'd shut-up. |
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Only option for you is
to scoot on over to Lowes, buy the appropriate whacking mallet and get to pounding sand. Whichever hand you like to use for whacking and pounding, you will not stop me! |
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And if you are stupid
enough to think I might be scared off by the threat of an organized mob hit, either on me or my loved ones, be advised, there is not a single person in this world I care about in the least, and I am myself fairly suicidal... even spent some time in the loony bin for it. |
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I would actually
'thank' you to take me out; go ahead; finish the job 'I' botched. Like I said, 'Pound sand'. Now brace yourself, here comes the truth. The wondrous truth of Sugar Loaf. |
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An uncomfortable truth
for lots o' locals but it's the absolute undenied verifiable truth, hidden under generational layers of systemic racism, cultural control, and socioeconomic bias. It's the truth grappling to keep me chained under this bridge, where ironically they're afraid I'll shake the foundations. |
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I've been here before. To quote myself from the intro to Botanical Rain, 'Unlike Dian Fossey I have not yet been murdered for my truth-saying but merely pommeled relentlessly by aggressive misandry, miseldry, and misehrity.' It's been a tough row to hoe. |
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For a second there you
thought I was done, right? Hardly. Lets go take another look at them startup photos.... 'specially the ones with guns. You like guns don't ya? Everybody seems to. |
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Oh, listen. The music's changed over to the tune used for that clueless professor's drone on things he knows nothin' about; he spent Sugar Loaf's heyday teaching in the city and would only drop by occasionally in order to tamp us down when our raging success was again proving too great a threat to his family's apple plantation tourist trap. |
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Made a big stink about
illegal signage until it was his sign in question; treated us like indentured servants. Everybody did their best to avoid talkin' to him, but that didn't stop him from writin' a book, called it the History Mystery and Magic of Sugar Loaf; I'm sure it was a mystery to him... never having seen it or been part of it. Magical thinking for sure. |
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But that's a whole 'nother
story linked to the most recent episode of the Disney-fication of Sugar Loaf. In any case, with my rant out of the way we can get back to our startup photos of guns, ammo, and child grooming... enough black screen. |
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Remember this one of
me and my best friend being groomed? Whoops, oops, oops (img stutters 4 kids then settles) Got it. Here ya go... being groomed to go kill gooks in South East Asia? |
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London was a fine
town... with a church or bar on every corner. Churches soothed and eased the soul into killing foreigners, and the bars gave courage while helping make sure there was no other choice. |
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The local economy
rested squarely on the growing of corn, cows, pigs, and cannon fodder. Military service was the only option after drinking away the first three. |
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My dad was a lifelong
high functioning alcoholic who knew the secret to me avoiding the same fate was most likely working in his 24 hour hamburger joint, all night Friday then early morning Sunday. Nightshifts 10 to 6 every Friday with a too quick recovery nap before 6 to 2 every Sunday morning assured my high-school years were spent addled by permanent jet lag. |
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No wild football game
Friday night drinking parties for this boy. Couldn't afford a car either. Obviously if not for Affirmative Action scholarships and loans, this boy was also never going to college, and you were never going to hear about Sugar Loaf. |
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