INTRODUCTION (SCHIZO)

INTRODUCTION



         “One step to the left, one step to the right, that easily changed that rut in the night.”
         Once upon a time not that long ago, a stalwart prince stood before his people and made a remarkable declaration, “Many people see things as they are and ask why? I see things as they never were and ask why not?” The gauntlet was dropped, the die was cast, and a cataclysmic battle was enjoined. The maddening throng began to swell, a tsunami of, “Why not,” lifting their prince up towards the throne. Oh the darkness of deed, a spawn of, “Why,” veiled in a cloak of invisibility slew the prince of truth. The tsunami of cleansing, “Why not,” forever shattered upon sterile soil, to take root no more. Wasn’t it? Could have been, should have been, would have been, “Don’t tell anybody,” still might be.
         I believe I should warn you now, so please read the following warning label.

BEWARE!!! This book is in reality a magic vault in which is stored hope, responsibility, and the recipe to a marvelous concept. The author accepts no responsibility for any results issuing from the reading of these words. We are each responsible for the world we inhabit.

         Phew, with that said, prepare for conspiracies, lies, venality, greed, and terrorism. Yes, our government/system is involved; however, you will also fall through the looking glass and meet the people of, “Whynot, California.” Here you will find yourself dealing with human beings, the concept, and “The Neighborhood of First and Last Americans.” If you like this experience, it is your decision if you want to continue residing there. If your answer is yes, there is nothing to it, but to do it, for it is just one-step, one-way or the other.
         Now is my time to apologize, so I do, for if you expected style and class, I have never been accused of it. My guess is I ws chusen tu rite this tale cuz I kan spel gud, sew u shud bee abel tu reed et. That and I have always wondered, “Why not,” I believe it is supposed to be all about you and I know,for a fact, there is another way. Well, be that as it may, it is my job and I need new teeth so I will do the best I can. If you think this writing gig is easy, just go back, about a page and a half, and you will be at the point, which translates to one year of work. That’s right after one year--nothing. Oh, I have hundreds of pages written, all of them leading here where I start over again. Why? Because it just was not right, it was not my style, or I just felt I needed to be punished, damned if I know. Therefore, I hope you will be tolerant of my irreverence, quirky humor, and sarcasm, because that is just the way I am. I can’t think of anything to do with human kind/life that I don’t find funny.
         That said I shall try my best to chronicle these events, in my way, exactly as they were related to me. That, I believe, is the best I can do--and that’s the truth. K. I. Smet, as fate would have it.