Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Last of the Dumbfucks!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Last of the Dumbfucks!"

 - (continuing my Fantasy/History themed TIME-TRAVEL blog posts from "The RE-Charge of the Light Brigade" & T-T No. 2: T-T Misgivings.)

"TIME TRAVEL No. 3: "The Last of The Dumbfucks."

...IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES; it was the worst of times. In the Colonies, late 1600s, Governor SPOTSWOOD made several expeditions into "darkest/territory unknown" of what is now known as Pennsylvania, a U.S.A. State renown for coal mines & George Thorogood ("I drink ALONE!!!) Roadhouse Rock & Roll, a State which is as oblong as Texas is wide.

Writer Fennimore-Cooper parked out his novel (The Last of the Mohicans) of this wild/untouched territory (British colonial era) where some Colonel got his TEST-TACKLES ATE by attacking MOHICANS; pre-PUNK ROCK "sans" electric-3-chord guitars, a precursor of the later British - The BEATLES - music invasion where-in (the Mohicans?) the locals too might have remained SEX PISTOLS "pretty vacant". Hard to say.

TIME-TRAVEL MISSIONS are "wearing" on a T-T Man. I'm thinking of asking for a pay-rise. Meantime, the T-T LORDS landed me HERE on this colonial/lyrical/frontier. We R talking C.I.A., K.G.B. MOSSAD, & M.I.5/as long as the CHINESE R kept in the dark in fear they initiate MASS T-T Travel & screw up World History... Still, my mission's purpose was quite illusive. T-T management never overload U with details full knowing, but never intimating, T-T isn't a day out with Simon & Garfunkel to Coney Island!

And YES! Pity Mio! What was I supposed to do? -Overloaded with music by THE CLASH never mind more than one ERA'S culturally ZONKED brain? And never mind the Mohicans, what about Governor SPOTSWOOD! Do I tell him about FACEBOOK, trips to DA MOON or Taylor Swift?...

I guess my T-T Masters got (Time-) wind of my confusion & "DUST DOWN-TIME-EXTRACTED" me, pulled me out my T-T dilemma which is supposed to eliminate/eradicate all memory of any Mission. Yet in anticipation of my Sinister T-T Masters, I hereby Post.

Anyhow. Water under the bridge I suppose. Nobody SCALPED ME!!!...My next T-T assignment? (I submitted my Pay Rise Application): "The Assassination of Julius Caesar!". The assassination of J.F.K. I guess, the "powers-that-be" were keeping buried for when all conspirators were either dead & gone or their descendants had squirreled the pay-off into banks on the Caymans? 

What do I care! I'm still waiting on my T-T Pay Rise approval application. And AS for Julius Caesar's demise. through this particular mission I would also meet - through this singular T-T mission - a Roman goddess, the only woman I ever loved. Her name was Cleopatra.

...U don't know the meaning of T-T heartbreak folks? But that's another story!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.