You're Either With Us Or The Terrorist

 The Free State: - 

It Is Either Known About Or Not. One just had to be there, then, or now. The History is half documented, half oral. 

Now begins a story. 

It used to be that everyone used to have their own real time modern story, lived and embodied it, just as then, for, the same blood lines that were then, are still here now. The same blood lines that died in that Presidio after having lived in it, are living in the founded Town Menard now, Irish, German, Apache, Mexican,Mestizo, Swedish, French, African, which preceded the then, tying to Olmec's. The external of the Free State says no, but, the external still calls Menard Minard too. One knows or they don't. Oral traditions still flow.

The Free State was its own Country. Till this day, the external does not approve of this. That's why one day the external burnt their names and jersey numbers into our football field. What was done in return will be told later. The same reason the Presidio was destroyed.  1600 that used to be, would always talk about the free state, brag about it, and were Leary of outsiders. People of the Free State used to be feisty, the majority. Proud of the true History, that was either known, or was not known about by the outsider. It did not mean that the Free State excluded ourselves, for we always contributed, for after all, growing up, we produced more wool and mohair than anyone else in America, and possibly the World. The High School superintendent would tell you all about it. We were viewed as arrogant, and snobby because of the pride, still are, the reason so few still have it. But we gave so many so much wool clothing to wear, and it confused us. So we smirked, and said, well, if you don't like the free state, just keep on traveling through it, just dont burn our foot ball field or destroy our Presidio again. After all, the same blood lines that lived in the Presidio then, were watching our Football Field be burnt. Why does that matter? Because the Free State preceded the United States. 

Just wait until the story tells what happened to that schools Bulldog Mascot that was stationed atop a rock foundation at the schools gates. 

The Documented History, not the Oral History. 

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One reason that People who called us Minard instead of Menard, burn football fields, and destroy Presido's, is because they didn't know, and thought we were just lying and making stuff up. So, we just told them that they could keep on traveling through the Free State, but instead they came over to the Free State and showed us what they thought about us. 

This is a Historical Novel, but Oral History does not follow the definitions of documented History. Analogies and metaphors are used, though the events are true in personal story telling. That is how we have always told our History, by personal examples, some of which have been passed down for generations. We put on a theatrical play called The Song of Silver doing just that. It was a big production for 1600 People. Which is now around 1200. Yeah, its a story now, and not a novel anyway.

Back to that Mutt on the rock foundation.

It was a weekday, our biggest football Rival, Eden Texas, came over in the night. With a diesel drip torch, carved those jersey numbers and names in the field. We got to school, and the Seniors were already in the hallway in front of the Principles office, and near the front doors. I was a sophomore at the time. On JV. The headhunter on the field. Had yet to widen, though I had grown a foot between 8th grade and my Freshman year, and was typically feisty for the age in the Free State. We spoke that phrase with Pride, but the Mutt atop that rock foundation at the Gates of the Eden High School didn't like such "Free State Talk". Then we were 1A football players. Played 'every down'. No breaks. No rest.  

The rebuilt Mutt... :)

We planned for about a week. That coming weekend, we went on the mission. Around 30 of us. I think about 12:00, emulating 'high noon'. Freshmen drove. Sophomores took to foot, and surrounded the school as look outs and sentinels. Juniors carried tools. Seniors did the deeds. That entire rock foundation that is now brick, had chain wrapped around it, and then attached to the frame of a big Diesel 4x4. Girls from school drove the get away pickups, and would circle the school picking up the sentinels who would then lay flat in the back of the beds as we high tailed it back to Menard. The Sentinels were watching for cops, and more importantly, Eden football players. We wore black, and had black face paint on. Our colors are black and gold. Because we are golden free stater's. Honk went out, which was the signal the kick off was soon to begin. The 4x4 found first, and floored it. Loud snap, rocks and Mutt parts hitting the pavement hard, echoing off the pavement. The girls moved in picking up the over watch. Juniors that were carrying tools laid flat in the back of the 4x4, while the seniors were all up front, and in the back of the crew cab, while Freshmen drove, all the trucks. Their initiation. We then rode back to the County line as fast as the trucks could. This was the weekend, we had already made plans for the party when we got back, at Triangle S, and across the street at Compton's warehouse. As usual, back in those days, the entire High School, all 130 or so of us, partied at both places, on High Way 83. Drinking as usual, then we went out to either 8 Mile Crossing, or Walkers Farm, and or Fort McCavitt. Cleo Road. The Lookout. The doughnut. 4 Mile Broken Bride crossing. 5 Mile Crossing. Everyone in Menard knew exactly what took place, and didn't say a word, and, everyone in Eden knew exactly what took place, and didn't say a word. 

Mouthis would go to the High School Library and get the Micro-phish showing whos numbers and names they burnt into the field, but they have to lock the doors now because of government sponsored false flags. Mouthis and a former teacher had a good laugh about it though. 

Eden was always being stung by Free Stater's, and long before it was ever self evident. 

To be fair, the Eden Principle did make Brandon (Redacted Sir Name) run from Eden to Menard and back for his, uh hum, exercise drills. He was Quarterback for Eden. It was one of the names burnt into the field with the diesel drip torches. Another one was the running back. I think there was one other name and number burnt into the field, but I forget. 

Usually People think Mouthis is full of shit, until, year books start to drop. Mouthis is seen first class picture top left. The Mom of Mouthis did the year book for longer than can be remembered, after having moved from the Rudder Ranch to Menard at age 5. The only one that could be found, now. Everything is gone. 

Free State high school foot ball players used to practice in the River, tackle, no pads. 

River rocks of course were below the knee high water in the place played at. 

The Coach often made the players run laps because of it. Yeah, the People of the Free Sate are slightly different than everyone else. Might be the reason the Marine CORP really like it when Hill Country Boys sign up. 

Oh no, nope, Mouthis is from the Free State; in the Hill Country, and has more Honor than to fight for the Bush Wars. 

Mouthis is also confused, keeps hearing about making something great again, but can't find that part that was great. Was it the Genocide of obstacles, or the capturing of labor to put on the plantations to protect precious bodies that would crack easily? Or, was it that part when someone was writing about all men being equal, while diddling a 14 year old female labor'r? Makes sense, females were never equal to begin with. 

Mouthis has many questions, but it seems that paragraphs are far more dangerous than explanations. 

Mouthis is very proud of you; whomever you are, that it has now dawned, though Graphic, this is not a Novel at all, though a very novel medium. 

Think Mirror. Mouthis can match reflections. 

The Good, the Bad, and, the Ugly. 

Reflect on that, and then put lamps down dark avenues of mind. 

1756. BFE. Nearest other place, an hour away. Fast forward. 2025. Same blood lines as 1756. Still BFE, nearest other place an hour away, the only difference, cars, TV, and the radio. Mouthis doesn't have a car, TV, or radio, but that is besides the point. Isolation is nothing new. A smaller town over yonder to the east a bit is one of the darkest places in the US, if not the darkest, at night. There was never an 'alternative' out here. Either it got fixed, or it was useless. Either plants survived, or starvation. Either skills were improvised or acquired. There was never try, only do, or die. 1756 was only the 'official' evidence of those blood lines documented, and that, is only on the Anglo blood lines, which is only a segment of the blood lines, that still walk around the town. 

That's why the Free State doesn't like being told what the hell to do, when the same blood lines were already doing it long before uncle sam showed up.