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Once upon a time in jolly old
England there lived a king. His last name was
Stuart and his first name was either James or Charles. And he had either
a I or a II after his name. (After July 4, 1776, Yanks no longer had to know
the
particulars to pass their final exams. )
Anyway, this King had some subjects
causing him some bother. And there was this vast wilderness called the New
World which seemed the perfect place for them. The King did not exactly own
it. It was not really his to give, but all the European nations were taking
bits and pieces of it, so the King thought, "What the bloody hell...let these
bothersome so-and-so's go forth and make a colony for me. I will be rid of
them and they can live as they choose." So, the Pilgrims, as they called
themselves, happily set sail for the New World in the belief that they were
escaping tyrany. Thus everyone, except the true owners of the New World,
were satisfied. |
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