1890: "We are just now entering the exciting new explosive world historical period of 1890-1920," they don't think, as they get off the boat, are cleared, cleaned, and taken to the ghetto of their kind, there to select one of only a few patterns to survive off and have it be their fucking life, day after day, year after year, dolefully repeating actions reactions emotions learned, like animals, from the brother and aunt and 2nd cousin ghetto animals that came before and vouched for their entrance into new world history despite never having met.

1915: The children of the people in 1890 are now the same age as their parents were in the above paragraph when they (their parents) got off the proverbial boat. They've watched their parents grow old and die metaphorically at a young age as they waited for instructions that never came. Instructions that would have made clear their purpose in coming here in the first place. The reason they'd been sent, the justification for living a 24/7 round-the-clock lie that, in a foreign land, eventually had to become the truth.

And finally, when the word did come, they were already way too old to carry out the kind of action they'd always thought they were sent here to do -- you know, some kind of wild explosive adventurous thing, requiring peak performance in simultaneously many drastically different human activities mental and physical and all for a greater higher cause -- which was why they even signed up for this intelligence service crap in the first place, and maintained the cover of hapless immigrants so well for so long that they became it.

But then the word that finally came too late only turned out anyway to be just a lame postponement of the revelation of its purpose. Both the act and the cause it was to be performed in the name of were still in flux, still being formulated out of whole cloth. But rest assured, they were told, the Central Committee is working its ass off, and as soon as etc etc...

Nevertheless, they were also told and with much pride, there was a positive side to all this: "...your infiltration will be that much more potent by its final purpose being carried out not by you, but by a second, more assimilated generation, your children -- who will have a far wider and deeper access to the country, its highest and most secret institutions, as well as its cultural norms and its individual people, many possessing unique access to highly specialized data and control."

Therefore it was essential, they were told, that their children both outnumber them and be brought up dedicated to the mission so ably and patiently inaugurated, by their parents.

1940: The children of the couple in 1915 are now the same age their parents were in 1915 and their grandparents were in 1890. Like their parents before them, they have watched their parents grow old and die metaphorically waiting for a communication from the now grown children of the members of the old Central Committee who are now the members of the new Central Committee back home, a home they've never seen and have no connection with other than through their upbringing/indoctrination into an as yet unrevealed cause with as yet unrevealed tactics in which they are to play a crucial role.

This continued lack of knowledge is made easier by the knowledge that their fellows and comrades in the cause don't quite know exactly what it is about either so they are all in this together.

1965: The great-grand-children of the people who came over all fired up in 1890 to strike a blow for some great cause are now the same age their great-grandparents were at that time and have continued the family tradition of watching their parents grow old and die metaphorically at a young age. Determined not to do this themselves, they make a concerted effort to break from the will of the Central Committee back home, which they have been trained from birth to obey and worship.

For one thing, they've had many illegitimate children in their teens, years before now, who they abandoned then but have now all rounded up and brought back together into a new breed of happy post-nuclear family.

Needless to say, the Central Committee, still tries to regain control of these children by continually guilt-tripping their parents about "what they're doing to" their (the children's') grandparents.

1980: The many illegitimate children have now reached the age their great-great grandparents were when they first embarked on their noble calling. This new generation, however, rejects the rejectionism of their parents, and reestablishes ties with the Central Committee which is now seen as finally getting its fucking act together and about to launch its great program and purpose and proposal to guide all its loyal followers and agents into the bright new future. This is exactly what the new generation wants to hear, and they're, like, totally all enthusiastic and shit about the future.

But somehow -- well, you know how it is -- the Central Committee has some untimely deaths, some illnesses -- deadlines slip -- meetings are canceled -- some key documents are lost and have to be rewritten from scratch -- the offices burn down under questionable circumstances.

1992: Disillusionment is palpable. Having delayed childbearing to compensate temporally for their own teenage parents, the once fired-up generation of bastards starts pumping out eminently legitimate offspring, with only lackluster lip-service paid in their upbringing to the great cause brought here by their great-great-great grandparents.

2005: We are the 12 and 13 and 11 year old great-great-great grandchildren of people who came to this country so dedicated to a cause that they were willing to die for it without even knowing what it was. Instead they lived a death to pass on that cause to ultimately us and we would be disgracing 100 years of throbbing deathful human life, to not act when given the opportunity they and their children and grandchildren, and we and our parents and grand parents have till now been denied.

The Central Committee has informed us that now is the time for us to carry out our noble purpose by means of a highly-specific, highly-organized, low-cost, operation with universal impact on all nations and all peoples' lives.

And, like, what's so really fucking cool is, we're all just a buncha 11-13 year olds who're gonna just do things that any 11-13 year olds might do and with -- not guns or bombs or advanced weapons systems or biological or chemical or nuclear devices -- but with things, you know, that anybody can buy at any 7-11.

And so, apparently our purpose, and our great-great-great- grandparents belated purpose, is to bring down civilization. For the Hell of it. The great purpose that drove great-great-great grandma and great-great-great grandpa to come to this country all fired up and full of hope only to see that hope dashed again and again, generation after generation.

So, OK, get ready everybody. We skirt the border between pre-pubescence and full-blown pubescence, and we're gettin' ready to bring down the world with Redi-Whip.

To be continued....

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