[1]12004731_418584274995513_7369735013307907625_n. I _suspect_,
going by facial structure - especially my nose and forehead,
that I have significant Welsh genetic expression, that I might
not have been primarily an immigrant to Briton but as I am
currently in the United States of America, it's certain that I
am part of the Immigrant class to the United States. While
apparently part of me stepped foot on Plymouth Rock, and a part
of me certainly fought in the Revolutionary War, which was a bit
of a personality split on my part honestly, I am nevertheless
part of the hoards of invaders who decided that This Land Is My
Land, This Land Is My Land. Still, I can dream of a colored
construction paper Thanksgiving just the same if I wish and call
myself a Peacemaker.
Still, as one whose consciousness arose in its current state in
New Jersey, USA (after some past in Connecticut and perhaps even
Arkansas, although I am uncertain about the Arkansas bit
entirely), nevertheless, as a current resident of Florida, I am
twice the invader, for Florida was invaded by Spain and then
traded to the mixed breeds of Great Britain in what amounts to a
poker game. [although I believe they called it "negotiations"]
Spain got the Cuba they wanted, and almost entirely evacuated
Florida, and Great Britain took over Florida. But this was not
to last. When the 13 colonies decided to rip tear off from
Mother England, Florida remained loyal to England, as it was
already quite prosperous in a VERY short time indeed and was, in
fact, the first instatement of English Common Law in the
Colonies. Neither East nor West Florida sent representative to
Philadelphia. After another 13 years Britain gave Florida back
to Spain again, rather than giving it up to this pesky
"Americans". England and America weren't talking; the breakup
was fresh and wounds were sore. They were still busy trash
talking their ex's to their friends. Spain kept Britain's new
map of the Floridas and ruled happily. But then, the Florida
Crackers came. They totally ignored the Spanish who were in
charge. Between the Florida Crackers and the Seminole Indians,
who were equally a pain in the ass to far off Spain, by 1821,
Spain said, "Enough of this! Take it! Take it!" and Florida
became Puerto Rico with Crackers instead of Ricky Martin. And
so, the rest is History and here I am. I don't wish to mention
[2]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Removal_Act of 1830,
because that's a sob story. It'll leave a whole Trail of Tears
if I told it.
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