Oh yeah. You know that thing when you ask your Grandma, "Where'd we come from", and she's supposed to say, "Well, we're half this from <this> foreign country and we're half this from <that> foreign country." Well, my grandmother says, "We're from Illinois". Ok. Thanks.
There seems to be something hidden here. Obviously, I'm the King of Prussia, unfairly subject to some weird clandestine CIA plot that's keeping me from my rightful throne, wrested from me in a violent incursion of the 18th century and current day Marxism. Holding my princess trapped in a tower, the evil lords await to ambush my fleet of paladins that beckon her eventual rescue. Either that, or I'm just another schmuck stumbling through life, posting a few spare moments on a msg board, like all the rest.
"Ditto. One of Islamist guys arrested within the last year looks an awful lot like me - if I grew a beard and got rid of the gray that is. While I got a mixed up family tree none of it came from the Mediterranean area so go figure." |
