The Patriot

Narrated 'secret-account' of a dentist-turned-vigilante whose ideations of human race energy draws him to a spying Martian...and evolution.

An Earth-philosophy journal inspired by K-PAX (Kevin Spacey). Thanks for reading, 

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I'd been working as a dentist in New England (Boston) and something in me emotionally snapped when I discovered that one of my younger patients had to be refused care by my office because of a lack of insurance, and I decided to become a sort of 'journal' vigilante named Shadow, exorcising my angst about society with fantastic behaviors for a more enhanced Utopian presentation in anonymous social-media blogs, sharing Selfies with others.

I had this terrific football-figurine/themed chess-set/board which I used to create arrays/diagrams of the symbolic weight and political values of stalemate-conditions chess, a special orientation of the iconic/historic piece-position movement strategy board-game with monarchy-themed pieces/arrays for symmetrical/diagonal motions, in which both opponents reach a 'perfect' axis of competitive draw/tie or no-win decision.

I decided to use this stalemate-chess concept to consider the value of social governance and culture-controls surrounding ideations of competition-IQ, particularly with New England football and began to take stock/imagery of the team actions and their amazing cheerleaders offering diplomacy for shared network ideations of 'complete' energy.

CHEERLEADER: I noticed this 'stranger' in sunglasses in the lots/arenas for games with sunglasses/mask and a camera for me.

All these 'fantastic' works with social-traffic ideations of 'stalemate-chess' wrought traffic-ideology and 'vigilantism' oriented/minded rhetoric for sportsmanship imaginations in New England drew the eyes of a spying Martian (Endymion) hiding on the Earth-moon and taking notes on our civilization. Endymion hacked into my cyber-chess network and dared me to draw a special stalemate-conditions chess-match with him, for a diplomacy non-Invasion sovereignty compact which would render him a self-exiled isolationist in the Earth deep-ocean abyss as a non-contact/non-dangerous incendiary (wow).

ENDYMION: Damn; you've used a 'swift' rook-bishop double-line 'array' to leverage my queen-knight marches; damn!

ME: Excellence, Endymion; seems our stalemate-chess IQ has wrought that sovereignty-diplomacy compact for self-exile, eh?

ENDYMION: Damn; what will you do?
ME: I'll keep your 'dark' secret; I'll make a time-capsule (secret/buried) 'account' of this event; I'll continue my cyber-work!

ENDYMION: What of your 'patriot' cheerleader, your 'diplomat' messenger of social-traffic/capitalism energy?

ME: I suppose she'll continue to be, like the football team that envelops her, a 'mythology-avatar' for my cyber-exercise(s).

ENDYMION: Damn!

So, after this 'achievement' against the Martian (Endymion), whom I never saw/contacted again, I continued my 'chess-stalemate' cyber-works with capitalism-IQ for civilization Utopian ideology/defense(s) and began to write a novel myself about the 'wrought' nature of shared intelligence/contracts, arguably/appropriately titled Earth's Castle.

ENDYMION: I 'doubt' that Earth-prince offers anything more 'dangerous' than Edward Abbey and likes vigilantism-cartoons!

I'll keep this 'account' of my Martian/Utopian exercise buried/secret in my backyard forest (New England), and I'll continue to foster my Catholic faith and 'patriot' love of New England sportsmanship/chess/football; and of course, I'll never forget Endymion, the spying Martian who'd conceded the self-exile upon our shared/achieved chess-stalemate political intelligence. However, I'll always wonder about that dentist-office young patient who was refused medical care because of lack of insurance, a 'tragedy' in my crusade-life which rendered me as something of an Earth-race eccentric (ha)!

THE END

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)