it's not my fault.....really

well, beed tried to upload an image of the latest book he has been reading but for whatever reason blogspot doesn't like to load images from beed's work computer. it has worked in the past but not the last couple times. oh well, what's an idiot to do?

this post is going to tie into the genetics that beed posted about in his last dissertation. btw, isn't miguelito one good looking little boy? beed's great-grandmother told him a saying one time "every crow thinks theirs (offspring) are the blackest" kinda like beed thinking his son is so handsome. but this will be more in the generalities of genetics instead of specifics.

some background. beed is truly a mutt. from stories and some researched geneology, here is beed's makeup, his bloodline:

maternal grandfather: french, indian, scots-irish
maternal grandmother: scots-irish, english
paternal grandfather: indian, scots-irish
maternal grandmother: swedish

first question for the class. what is the dominant bloodline in dahbeed? errrrr maybe scots-irish beed....... ding ding ding, we have a winnah.

btw, beed's maternal great-grandmother ethel cherry eadens was first cousin to henry hardin and thomas crittenden cherry. h.h. started the greatest university in america and t.c. had an elementary school named after him....which beed attended for 7 years.

beed's mother enrolled him at t.c. cherry elementary when he was 5 years old. he would turn 6 in october. but she enrolled him in first grade, not kindergarten. the schoolwork was no problem. mrs bowman (she wore a big class ring and would turn it upside down and hit you in the back of your head for even the slightest transgression) taught a mixed class of first and second graders. like beed said, the classwork was no problem, midway through the year beed had been moved to the second grade side of the room and was doing second grade homework.

the problem was that beed was the youngest kid in his class. now beed is an average size guy, 5'11 and 165 pounds. actually that's above average as beed read somewhere that the average american male is 5'9. but beed was always either the smallest or next to smallest kid in the class. and bullies don't pick on the bigger kids in the class. they always target the small.

but in dahbeed they soon found out that they had targeted the wrong small kid. no matter what size they were beed would go to hook city in a minute. beed don't ever remember losing a fight as a kid. he would say there might have been some draws but it usually ended up with a smaller dahbeed atop a much larger bully pounding his face repeatedly with his fists.

they had no way of knowing how dahbeed had grown up his first five years. if ya'll have read in the past you know that dahbeed has a cousin named lonnie that was a couple months younger than him and we were inseparable. lonnie was the son of beed's uncle jack, beed's dad's older brother.

beed's dad had a best friend named buster henry. buster had a son that was a couple months younger than dahbeed named johnny, yes, his name was john henry. anyhoo he was also around little beed on a daily basis and also a good friend.

this is in a very redneck area at the time. winter park florida, the outskirts of orlando, in the early 60's, before disney world was even a dream to locate there. native floridians are a rough lot. beed has equated florida back then as georgia with beaches. in other words, very redneck.

it was a very macho society, much drinking and if your woman got out of line you popped her. buster did that to his fiery red haired wife one time and got drunk and passed out and awoke to her beating the hell out of him with an old iron skillet. think that didn't give buster some pause the next time he thought she needed a pop.

beed's dad, beed's uncle jack and buster were always arguing on which one of their boys was the toughest. so their solution to find out was to purchase some boxing gloves. each respective father gave their son pugilism lessons. trust beed, these boxing matches were not exactly displays of the sweet science. these were three year olds wading in swinging haymakers on each other.

yes, beed knows how barbaric that sounds, making 3 year old friends pound on each other. beed's father actually used to tell him that if he let lonnie or johnny beat him that he would get an ass-whipping from him. according to dahbeed's father, he never lost a fight to either one of his playmates. not because he was any larger but that 'beed fought with a fury unmatched by the other two.

back to the book. the title is "born fighting: how the scots-irish shaped america. but it doesn't start out with the scots-irish role in america. it burrows deeply into scottish history. most of you have seen the movie "braveheart" about scotland's william wallace and his resoluteness to not bow his knee to england. james webb, the author of the book covers that period but he also goes further back than that and tells how the scots never let england rule them.

they were born fighters and then it was pounded into them at an early age that they would be fighters for their entire lives. beed is just now to the part where a mass immigration of the scots-irish was actually encouraged by the land holding english ruling class of early america. why? because the english knew what a ferocious breed of man that the scots were first hand.

they promised the scots-irish cheap rents if they would establish themselves in the mountains that make up the appalachian trail. they wanted to use them as a line of defense against the native americans that were increasingly raiding farms. and the scots-irish were very successful at repelling these attacks.

that's as far as beed has got in this book. but james webb has pointed out that scots-irish have been disproportionately represented in every war that america has fought in. the confederate army was almost entirely made up of scots-irish and the northern army was made up of a majority of scots-irish.

they were a key to our win in the revolutionary war. a hessian captain wrote in 1778, "call this war by whatever name you may, only call it not an american rebellion; it is nothing more or less than a scotch irish presbytarian rebellion"

even as late as the vietnam war they fought our wars for us. there were more west virginians that died in vietnam than from all of new york. the scots-irish are the first to volunteer to defend their country.

to close out this book that beed has written. beed always attributed his fighting spirit due to the early fights his father made him combat in. but now beed knows that he has no choice in the matter. he has too much scots-irish blood flowing through his veins to be anything but what he is.

so the next time you are in the hilltopper haven chatroom and you see beed let off a string of epithets that are unfit for mixed company directed at someone in the chatroom that is getting out of line. don't just shake your head. add "god bless beed, it ain't his fault, he can't help what he is"

yours truly,

the fighting scotsman,

dahbeed wallace.