I just started, but I need to get busy on the audio book “Let Me Die In Ireland” by David Burcot. Something tells me I know who that is! As far as the person who looked this page up with the IRS, it was written to order be a programmer at Replit, I only know that because I leave very near the corporate foundation that originated Replit. Ireland is hotly contested, it’s the Ten Star State in western Great Britain. As fans of country music know, Ireland was formerly known to fly a flag identical to present day Alabama (the five man band by the same name go into that extensively) and also Neil Young of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (from Ontario), delve into the combinatorics of language in terms of English speaking homonyms between Great Britain and the United States. As Young has pointed out with references and syncopation, it’s true both that Ohio has a private farmhouse estate named Dublin which is the ancestral home of Ulysses Simpson Grant (see State Governor William McFeeley’s history book) and that also, Florida’s state flag features Alabama’s Irish cross bearing a republican seal, and it depicts the landing of Colombia in what is now Tallahassee, capitol of Florida, best known for Talladega Motor NASCAR racing track. I also read David Chandler, so I know what he wants, he wants the Ten Star State also known as the ancestors homeland and birthplace of Walter Raleigh, best known as Sir Walter Scott, after whom the present Capitol of post civil war North Carolina was named. North Carolina also includes Charlotte, named after Scott’s wife, but as is true with England’s two home islands, the American peninsular region and south coast as far north as DC, including the delta in the west of Miami has undergone significant reorganization since 1776-1843. Believe it or not, I want that area of land too. I have absolutely no doubt that David Bercot would love to die there taking down the green white and orange tricolor, but as luck would have it, since I’m from Kentucky, and since the Staten Island or Manhattan lighthouse is a carving of Rene Magritte, it’s mine. That’s what I think, anyway. Notice how Rene Magritte’s triptych is off color on the tops of those ten old forts that took so many hits during the Second World War? That’s because it’s on fire. In virtual reality, Martin’s triptych is burning in western Brittany. He says the ten houses are his, but according to me, all the flags are mine. Come to think of it, isn’t that the plot of a Masterpiece Theatre drama? I can’t remember what it was called, but it was some English show about who knew what in the early mid 1800s. It’s a longer prequel to west coast arguments about whether you’ve been to Hue or Vietnam. John French? Yes, I believe I read a book by him titled 1914. So is the Statue of Liberty, as a matter of fact. That’s a real full sized carving of Rene Magritte. Also, it’s a solid emerald. This is filed under “things to know when the matter at hand is who’s French and who’s not”. So is the fact that there’s a full sized city in the very center of Texas by the name of Paris.
