I have been looking for ways to help communicate my ideas, dreams, strategies and tactics, and i have discovered I like to make up stories.

So here is the first tale of the Adventures of Roscoe Revolutionairy...

Roscoe was an ordinary guy, with a hero for a father, his father, was a soldier from the Vietnam war. His father never really talked about it much, so Roscoe formed his own, maladjusted opinions.

He met all the latest drunks, thrill seekers, and just kind of spent his young adulthood, seeking pleasure and thrills, not feeling like his life had meaning.

He loved his parents, but never felt really connected to them, like what they went thru meant anything to him, or what he went thru meant anything to them. Maybe that's typical of an american family.

He was about 22 years old, somewhat through college, when his father the war-hero died. He was a quiet man, Roscoe loved him, but didn't really know him.

He went to the funeral, tried to not laugh at all the soldiers that were there, tried to smoke some weed. He felt kind of melancholy, what did this mean to him? How would it change his life.

Oh man, the beginning of the ride...

His mother and Roscoe, went to the executioner of the will, a lawyer friend, also a former soldier. They went thru the legal and financial papers, bills, what would be paid and how.

His parents were never really well off, educated, but didn't really seem to be there, in his life, no emotions.

Yet now the lawyer was arguing with his Mother, and he better pay attention.

The lawyer said, "Son, I know your not my son, but i consider you my son, for all that your father meant to me, as a brother. Here is some papers, and affects that your father left for you.. I hope you will take care of them, because it's all he left for you."

He spent sometime with his mom, and her mourning, but at the end of the night he went home. He didn't know what to think about his father's legacy, the box.

In the box, he learned was different soldier uniforms, medals, a photo album, scrap book, and a huge diary...

It turns out his father was quite a journalist, but because journalism had no out for being drafted, and in addition he was finding his voice in telling the truth, being shut down more and more.

So he decided to leave his girlfriend behind, who he loved dearly, and commit to his country give all he could to make it safer for his family, loved ones, and their children and grand-children.

But he learned to love being a soldier, because he both had a high level of self-discipline and was a very orderly person. And yet he was having to deal with high levels of hell, the marshes, the wet lands, the humidity, the diseases, the political games that the military do play.

He just wanted to kill the bad guys, but he found more and more that the higher ups, the media wanted us to lose, and not win.

He just couldn't understand that, why would they want America to die or lose?

Didn't they care for the people that were sacrificing their lives for them? We didn't go to war because we like killing, we went to war to save lives, to fight for freedom.

And yet because of that, his and his fellow soldiers were the enemies, not the servants of America.

Roscoe by now was crying his head off, not sure what to think or believe.

His father had included in his scrap book, many copies of memo's and orders, making sure there was a record of every action order by military or political personnel.

Then he saw the history of the times, how again and again they were put in positions where they had just won major battles, but home gave it up, because they wanted America to lose.

His father had lost faith with America...He believed in the people but the government was a complete and utter corrupt failure..Especially if they didn't truly treat their soldiers with kindness and respect, instead of merely as pawns and toys.

Roscoe's own education, tried to emphasis the Fonda, Kerry and major news impressions that the war had lost because of bad soldiers, instead he learned that the Liberals of the day wanted to destroy America so they can rule it, as the intellectual elite, while dumbing down the rest of america.

And then Roscoe started to see his own life as a complete failure.

Instead of doing something productive, or developing himself as a good man, he was doing nothing, going nowhere...

Well time to change all that...

More to come... please tell me what you think.