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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Friday, July 8, 2022

Historical Fiction

This is a story I wrote on November 18th, 2018 called
It's a quick easy read
but I hope you enjoy its brevity.
Still editing my new eBook.
It's looking good!
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   "Mister Jackson. Will you please be my second and teach me how to duel?" asked a distraught Aaron Hamilton.
   "Dueling is not for boys. It is an honored way for gentlemen to settle their differences." answered the future President, Andrew Jackson.
   "But a Mister Gregory King has dishonored me and my family. Refusing me the hand of marriage to his daughter Rachel and calling my family unworthy of being called patriots because my father, Pastor William Hamilton, did not fight in the war of independence against England."
   "Yes, I know your father well." said Andrew. "He is a pacifist. Being a Pastor, a man of the cloth, he should not be expected to fight in any war."
   "I must protect and redeem my family's honor." stated Aaron.
   "You must think about this Aaron." said the fatherly Jackson. "If you kill Rachel's father, will she not hate you for this?"
   "I have already resigned to the idea of losing the hand in marriage with the beautiful Rachel." Aaron says sadly. "She no longer reciprocates my undying love for her."
   "Okay. I will be at Shepherd's Field at 10 minutes to noon tomorrow." Jackson replies. "I just hope your aim is true."
   The sun was high in the sky at ten minutes to noon, beating the sweat down upon the four men's faces, here for a duel. The wind, was barely blowing the leaves along the tobacco fields on Shepherd's farm. A perfect fall day.
   "You have not given me any advice on how to duel Mister Jackson?" questioned Aaron.
   "If your aim is true, you will hit your target." replied Andrew. "Just remember, after the count of 20 paces and you turn to shoot, station your body like you are holding a sword. Stand sideways to Mister King. It will give him less of a target to shoot at."
   The four men meet in the center of an open field. The two duelists grab a pistol each and line up back to back.
   Gregory's second can be heard starting the countdown.
   "One, two, three,......eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"
Getting (no) satisfaction: How noblemen used to duel in the Russian Empire  - Russia Beyond
  This is,
My Version Of Historical Fiction
Jim Hauenstein,

And

“Until the Civil War there was scarcely a man in public life in New Orleans or Louisiana who had not fought at least one duel; most of them had engaged in several.”
- Herbert Asbury -


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