Update: 10/02/24    11:08:16 PM

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1 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.






 
3 No… read it.

Not 'BASED' on a true story.

'IS' the true story.











 
4 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.





 
5 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.






 
6 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.




 
7 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.






 
8 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!






 
9 Still, there is a price to pay for admitting Native
American bloodline.

Regular Americans, shocked by my admission, will
throw me onto the hate pile along with every other
thing they hate.

Tribals will only accuse me of cultural appropriation.








 
10 Remember what happened to Elizabeth Warren when
she admitted the same?

That was somethin' to see.

Of course Wikipedia now 'pedia-washes' the whole
affair with neutralizing meaningless scouring drivel.







 
11 I really should know better, but I've never been shy
about admitting things other people would hide, like
my sketchy Native American connection.




 
12 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
and absolutely nothing matters anymore anyhow.






 
13 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!





 
14 Oh yeah, well, right, you can go ahead and 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.






 
15 This film is 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.







 
16 You might as well scoot 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!









 
17 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.








 
18 I will 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.







 
19 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 that keeps grappling to keep me
chained under this bridge, where ironically they're
afraid I'll shake the foundations.






 
20 I've been here before.

To quote myself from introduction 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.







 
21 For a second there you thought I was done, right?

Hardly.

Lets go back and take a closer look at those startup
photos.









 

 

 

 

 

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