Guy was loading a big U-Haul truck in his dreams... by the old run down seaside cottage where he and his family used to dwell , the time had come to move on, how terrible.. everything was loosely packed and junk.
He rose from his slumber pawing at the ceiling thinking of the word E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T.
Rituals, familiarity ..... The Top 40 Song Hit list pounded into your head with a wooden mallet over the airways ......... you know, those sort of things that completely surround you.
All the Conestoga Wagons that form a circle around little old you and little old me ... smack dab in the center there we are surrounded by those prairie Schooners........ Safe from the Indians whooping and hollering who may have very well be the ones who have it right..... allow us to to introduce you to the seeming good....... praise our God... in Stealth we lean in towards your indoctrination............
Why, don't you remember?
Our introduction......... all those centuries ago......... all the gun fire............. those fire sticks.
Thought control.
Now the perception........... these days............. as always has been...
Crazy if your poor lacking tangible assets.............. with dirty black feet on the side of the road.
Eccentric if rich in Worldly goods.......... The power of obtained Gold you see makes a difference in the culture.
Importance is........... getting the last good hearty belly laugh, I suppose really.
As Creatures of Hobbit..............
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