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PROLOGUE: I. Prologue: On Reading Halberstams Commentaries In The Original Tongue. II. From Heir To Epiphany For 100s of years, the bane of every Third Millenium schoolboys existence has been the dreaded requirement of taking at least one year of that quaint [read: dead] language Ameringlish. Years later, in their dotage, awakening to night sweats, they clearly remember the ordeal of reading Halberstams Commentaries in the original tongue and having to commit to memory a certain portion of it to declaim aloud 2 To leaven the torture most schoolboys choose to memorize one of the gorier episodes from that chronicle of those murderous times. Particularly popular to recite is the bloody tale: The
Murder of the which assassin, if the translations of the recently unclassified, often murky and contradictory historical records contain any truth, was in the employ of a nearly universal cabal of all those who bore a grudge against, envied or particularly loathed the young ruler. And the list of prospective employers was considerable: Robber Barons, Rogue Elements Within The Ruling Class, Traitors Within The Potus Inner Circle, Bearded Despots, Disaffected Mercenaries, Ex-Business Partners Of The Potus Wealthy Father, Jealous Husbands and Irate Boyfriends.3 Most schoolboys, surviving the agony of that requisite year, eagerly move on to more relevant pursuits [read:manly interestse.g. war, sports, speculation, crime]. Those, however, who are patently ill-equipped for either the Battleground, Playing Field or Commodity Floor, who seek refuge in Ameringlish 200, or, those, even more unfortunate, who actually find something interesting in those old tales, will read how Potus Johns murder shattered his followers dreams of establishing an Arthurocracy, a form of government by a roundtable composed of the Republics Best And Brightest, scholar/warriors who called themselves The League of the Knights of Ivy. And only a rare few (misfits, of a truly extreme Scholastic or Monastic bent) will go on to Ameringlish 300 and read of the Bleak Interregnum of Potus Johns successor, Lyndon the Usurper; of the Chaos and Civil Strife that followed; of the Murders of Prince Robert the Ruthless and Martin the Dreamer; of Lyndons abdication; of the ignominious defeat of Hubert the Humpfree at the hands of the devious Richard the Lyingheart; and of how that Dark Potus excesses finally awakened the Sleeping Senate, which, thus having regained its will and purpose, forced his abdication, exile and spearheaded a return to Sanity and The Republic. And there, since in recorded memory, no schoolboy has ever admitted going on to Ameringlish 400, The Story as well as Their Education ends. It is a tidy tale, full of the stuff of schoolboy fantasies, whose sole flaw, as only a fool or historian would point out, is that it is not true. . . neither was the Republic restored nor the Proud Senate revitalized, but the latter, having spent itself in a Paroxysm of Piety, lapsed into a Senescent Irrelevance, sputtering on through a string of Potuses both greater and lesser (greater in power and lesser in stature) their names tell the tale: Gerald the Dull, James the Lustful, Reagan the Gypper, George II-(I) the Purger, William the Fat4until at last it was delivered of a painless Coup de Grace and the Empire established by that unlikeliest Potus of them all, Mad Potus George III-(II).5 ---------------------------
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