Everybody Is From Everywhere So What Is The Difference?

Cadbury has been spending hours and hours scrolling through the Masonic Archives , he is dizzy and his eyes keep rolling around even though it is over.

A diligent student he has never been, during school hours  he preferred sneaking off and well......

The Scroll seems to go  forever ............. name after name after name.... all the begat's with the similar story....

He came to the conclusion that the Civil War like most was Devised by good old man.

The purse strings were par usual in charge of bigger things  but they would rather point their fingers at the likes of John Brown, he did it ... the blasted trouble maker....

Quaker Stock is not such a bad thing is it?........ how exciting the underground railroad was, or must of been.

Cadbury seems to think there is a Certain repetitiveness in the story  line of those on the lengthy list, however looking at all the points of departure...

Quite frankly everybody seems to be from everywhere as far as he can ascertain...anyway.

Funny,, What happens?  Can't people just leave one another alone?

Rather then be manipulated by the powers that be into savagery..........But Nooooooo, don't be silly.

War has always bolstered the economy.........  and here we go again, lets hope not.


Just don't come  a looking to chop Cadburys head off he says...  while he is worshiping  or  he  will have to blow your guts out on the floor first.  Cadbury Sezzzzzzzzzz....... there is a monster that lurks in each of us.

Thine own adversary.......

Everybody Is From Everywhere So What Is The Difference?

CADBURY: White Corvette.........

CADBURY: White Corvette.........: There it was on the used car lot down in the Keys somewhere........ that lot where they busted the car dealer for making a trade for some po...

White Corvette.........

There it was on the used car lot down in the Keys somewhere........ that lot where they busted the car dealer for making a trade for some pot that was in the trunk...... It was on Ramrod that was it,  those days yes.

A Third Generation White Corvette..... it had 410 thousand miles  and some tenths on it  today and a leaky sun roof,  let it in.

It started right up... even looked shiny against the white coral marl of the lot, and armor all on the tires.. black.

The paint was peeling around the rear tail light lenses......... but not a bad look from a distance... no one would know  that it was done with a brush and roller, and the numbers did not match... who gives a shit anyway?

Vroom Vroom.... it sounded pretty good..... it certainly was not too tight it rumbled.

The Old Girl wanted to hit the road and run...................... lets peel some rubber.

It was a lot easier to drive then the old Yellow School bus he was in later, up and down the narrow streets of Key West.. trying not to hop over curbs while turning   and  side swiping all those mango trees with all those unruly children  screaming and doing up dope on the ride toward home  the offspring  of the locally infamous on board...

Their parents were the Pirates, treasure hunters  and Strippers on Duval....... Nobody gave a shit.. ... What do you want to be when you grow up?...  A stripper like my mom she told the teacher.

The teacher later was fondling the bus drivers  dick and nut sack with some lotion doing up lines...

The old newspaper articles with his smiling face wearing really cool sun glasses was folded up on the dash.......

A reminder of days past..... He was a cool cat wasn't he?.....check him out!  he could see that in himself now......

afterwords...... an almost perfect life of little consequence..... maybe not such an easy thing to achieve  after all any longer  he thought to himself.

How much was the White C-3 anyway?  He thought he might like to have it just to run up and down the road in... getting high.

Somewhere in the  80's.....................

White Corvette.

Sperm Donor

Cadbury suspects that there is a certain segment of the populace that thinks little more of their biological fathers then that of Sperm Donor.

You know the  'poor relationship'  as yet another label.

Is that why you and your father like the same flavor of Ice creme?  or Perhaps are fond of certain colors?
 and have similar facial expressions?    Abilities?

Born to it as  if  it were?

Along the same genetic  lines of the twins that were separated at birth and  then united 46 years later  only to discover their similarities  and their likenesses....

Oh!  you wear blue sweaters too I see?

There really is  a lot to think about...... isn't there?...... like it or not...

'The Acorn did not fall far from the tree'  your father gifted you as his father gifted him etc...

All those Begats......... and even if you think you do not like it..........it is still so.

Why there it is..... raring its head.....

licking your  shaven arm pits in deep rooted  driven desires......  naughty, naughty...........

Whats next?  Inheriting responsibility?     Oh goody......... who can wait?

Do you ever wish you were young and stupid again?

Perhaps as your Father  of imagination    ' CADBURY'S  '    job is to point out your needing to get up wherever you may fall short........

Rebuild the Home versus Destroying it............

A cute situation comedy............. adorable.

A fox with a log strapped on its back with a caption.......... Look Before You Leap.
Advice.......... from  Cadbury      you  could have swallowed.         ........

A terrible man.

                                                 The                 Sperm Donor.