Descendants of Fools

I am the descendants of fools. Not my parents not my grandparents but those before them and those before them. A lot of the blood beating through my veins is that of the Indian’s (although you could never tell it by looking at me) and German. My genetics are, without a doubt mixed enough of the melting pot that I suppose it doesn’t really matter.

But these people were fools nonetheless. Fools for believing in leaders they choose. The Indian’s, the made their first mistake in saving the original colonists, the homesteaders. Making deals and believing that the “fathers in Washington” would hold to their end. The Cherokee who sold nearly half the land in Tennessee for fifty-thousand dollars in worthless American paper money. Then in the end still walked to their deaths in the Trail of Tears. Other tribes were talked into giving up their weapons and going onto reservations, convinced that they would be protected. Most were slaughtered by the US military anyhow.

My German blood is no better. Although my forefathers crossed the Atlantic and had done settled along the Illinois River bottoms decades before Germany’s biggest mistake doesn’t make the people I have been breed from any less the fools. Germany was devastated after the First World War. Torn. Broken. Tired. Destroyed. Hungry and desperate. In true fashion of those who are struggling they looked for a leader. And a leader they did find. Adolf Hitler was not a bad leader. Hitler succeeded in raising their hopes, bringing them together to rebuild their tattered country. He also gave them somebody to hate. Somebody to blame for the devastation of their people and the loosing of the war. He found a way to manipulate their weakness and in turn bring them together and fight for his own twisted war and do his own horrific killings.

Hitler wasn’t a bad leader. He offered everything a good leader would need. But his own twisted mind lead him astray and the power went to his head and lead him to further destroy a once powerful country. He raised high hopes in his people, offered them great reward for their duty and the likes. By the time he had them doing his dirty work he had them brainwashed. Convinced that they were doing the right thing. That they were best to give up their freedoms and work for the country as a whole and not for themselves, their families or the like. Adolf convinced them to give themselves to the bettering of a government which was himself, and their high powered dirty, twisted, vicious and atrocious colleagues. The people of Germany was put last and one by one they found people to hate and blame for their own misery. When that happened they killed them off by the millions.

Growing up I understood both sides of the American frontier. The white’s need to move West and the Indian’s need to stand their ground. But I saw the way the American’s tricked the Indian’s and killed them when they wouldn’t be forced off their lands. They massacred men, women and children. But the history books don’t call the killing of no Indian’s massacres. But when the Indian’s killed any white’s it was massacre.

As I got older I began to understand it was a white man’s greed that killed off most of the original American’s. I understood a lot of it was big money. Greed. Now that more time has passed I see that it’s not just the color of a person’s skin that can possess them with a white mans greed. It’s just an expression. Like green with envy. Red with anger. Blue with sadness. Any person can be white with greed.

Both the Indian’s and the Germans were led astray by white greed. By leaders who were graced with devils tongues who could talk their way around anything. Lie through any circumstance. Deceive and disgrace any deal.

Those people who lead everyone astray were good leaders. Some of the best. But a good leader has to have good intentions to be worthy of their people. A leader doesn’t have to be worthy of followers. Most of the great leaders were smart men who could deceive people and convince them of bad decisions that could nearly demolish their people.

I am the descendants of fools. Fools who were led by smart people but horrible ones. Those who can no longer distinguish the thoughts of right and wrong in their minds for the good of the people. Washington is plagued with such leaders. Those who do and serve only for themselves not for the people whom they are supposed to work for and protect with their laws and such. As for me I will not follow such leaders I will not be blinded by their pretty lies and twisted words. I will admit I am a fool on many levels but I will not be a fool on this such level.