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HAMILTONIAN AMERICA.Chapter 3.EMIGRATION.part 8b

By October 1772 he sailed to America forever."

"Uhmm......."
"It was as if the greatest Alexander moved the earth like never before and one giant step for mankind."
"Not one dime of it paid by the successive presidents,the J.P.Morgans of this world,the Carnegies,the Rockefellers ,the Woolworths,the Buffets,the Gates,the Mellons ,the Freemasons,skull and bones,the illuminatis,the railroad magnates , the Wall Street banksters ,the Henry fords,Rothschilds,the Bezos,the space magnates and astronauts like John Glen and Neil Almstrong and what have you in the opulent pantheon of cabalised foolhardies and insensate white supremacists are nothing but disgruntled intellectual puppet Products of great Hamilton.
Had he not well conceived them a past that they have lived and the future that they later inhabited would long ago had been absorbed into an unknown banana republic forgotten and dead in the obscurity of history.Indeed they hibernated in the Hamiltonian America and not make-believe retinues and distorted gadgets of the Madisonian and Jeffersonian America  to whom world Civilization owed the greatest debt and to whom they loved to pour traduce and scorn."
"Sacrificial lamb of world Civilization"
"Exactly.Indeed Hamiltonian America still the luxury of the yet anticipated golden age Civilization".
"Would history repeat itself again?"
"I doubt it will even in this age of artificial intelligence."
"But guess what ?"
"Oh you wanted to repeat history ?Then you must double up .Moreso as you re past 16years and you must have read at least a thousand books prior to your twenty first birthday."
"Dad absolutely not possible .And what kind of books are we talking about?"
"Don't you have a library now?I ve spent two hundred thousand dollars to acquire close to Fifty thousand books in my libraries here and other two houses .What do you want again?Am sure Knox did not have that sort of luxurious library.You can also visit the library of American Congress.A staggering over hundred billion books, journals etc."
"Oh Jesus !"
"Not finished yet".
"Again!"
"Look at you.You re fainting .You must have written at least thirty thousand pages not just mere books but highly influential works of art to transform humanity prior to 50th birthday."
"Heluva ,30,000.......what?"
"You can do that pretty well.I did 25,000pages before I clocked 45
.A decade after I was married to your mother."
"Bravo dad"
"Whether is influential or not that's the point".
"Uhmm"
"But you know internet age is quite massive an impact.Blogging doubles or tripples up your writing velocity .I saw a blogger on blogspot scribbled 40,000 posts and I quite marveled."
"That s quite incredible and could only have happened in a digital era.*
"Did u hear me right?I mean a lady blogger wrought that feat in a decade and she became a senior citizen last year."
"A senior citizen,beg your pardon"
"She clocked 60".
"Uhmm..."
"Then time favoured him ,his age ,his skill and he came at the right time when they badly needed a savior which they don't deserve and didn't even realize. Still till date they didn't care a fig to know he was their Jesus Christ or prophet Muhammad on earthly plane even more than these guys."
"And not spared him a worship besides enshrined name on a currency and some monuments."
"A deity!"
"Yeah,worth it so much that when they swear to oath of office should include the refrain'God bless America!God bless Hamiltonian America!"
"Supremacists would have none of that trash."
"The magnitude of unprecedented colosal achievement made him a deity already."
The golden thoughts of a goleador filled erstwhile blank mind traumatized by blandishment of magnanimous antecedence once mortgage for historical prejudice and environment frivolity.A phenomenal feat quite still a puzzle almost a tercentenary after .Not a sinecure of historical identity to wrought such a magical feat beneath duress of public contempt that enveloped this regalia of golden gauntlet.
When they returned from the forest stroll ,he had lost much of the nervousness that  once entrapped him due to historical excitement and the love of a cherished role model.He had appeared more like drown libido with pent up anger to reenact the acme of checkered antecedence than to see himself as a pathetic burst.He began to exhibit rapturous sense ,studious wit and mischievous engross to adorn his absorption in solitary confinement. While his bright sparkling mind was sufficiently impressed on him to follow his heart , a soft rose warmed his skin and prompted his glow from within.He found it incredibly difficult to gaze at anyone else while his  partriarch was within view and his gusto drummed around him like a drunkard.He did not bother to hesitate .He was saddened with pertubation over how it could be to be completely successful in the intellectual task .Sometimes scary being his first great attempt in recognition of the magnitude of the challenges mordern nationhood faced ruminated in a countless numbers of camp fires did bring him enormously a modicum of limited rationality .He was quite fortunate to be blessed with erudite father and Grandpa who detested dilletantes like a plague , considering the immature state of minds he was in where  teens and his peers gambolic and for wealthy lads junkets and gallivant communities and countries in decrepit foresight . Invariably with supportive solace at home,rushed passionately,into the pundit arms of fastidious dad , especially during weekend 's recess period .None of them was tired of other's cuddling embrace and barely shortchanged the justification of the moot point and would not completely wipe out the mutual satisfaction they derived from knowing preponderance of mental prowess as it were with family affection.
Teen madness though he was he knew from hard learning, hardly a bloke of his age could indulge let alone prevail over so large a task beyond the cadaver of his power.So ,he pointed out to him greater good could be achieved through personal development.He did not cavil the failure of his generation nor a child's play to battle a thousand books like a gourmand.
He did not hesitate to take on additional  stress and take the challenge back to Mahomet.They equipped their libraries to a considerable extent and more versatile on every area of research topics.
"You will be going back to school tomorrow while I see the Grandma.Go to sleep.Sleep is a therapy you know."
"11 on the dot."
"You know you re stubborn lad.The school resumes.Will you promise not to fight your mates especially your antagonists?"
"I promise dad but one condition please!"
"What?"
"Bring me lollipop"he zoomed off room light.
"Yeah, you son of a bitch.Crazy!You should leave that trash to your siblings.Dont make trouble at school.People don't like Intelligence lad but lackey they could control."He returned back to the alcove and clung desperately to drooping gut and dropping  books at random doze and slept off two to three hours after.


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