Blessed are the Meek as Something to Climb Over by Ray Cates (Adolphus)

All during human history war has served many social and economic proposes. Men are territorial and aggressive. They will hold on to as much land as they can and subject as many others as possible to their authority.

One way they do this is by having as many connections as possible. Kinship is a method and having their own children in high positions is another.

Tribal systems, kings and emperors are not accidents. In the back of every male’s mind, and below all primitive and primal thoughts is the plan that I WOULD LIKE TO CONQUER THE WORLD AND POPULATE THE WORLD WITH MY CHILDREN.

Most men, socialized into society as they are, would deny such ambition, but they lay in wait for an opening, any opportunity.

In what is often called our modern period, was the general and role model of Philip Strober.  He lived about a hundred years ago.  He started out as a mere journalist, writing stories about trials, but today even time is calculated by B.S. Before Strober and A.S. After Strober.

I grew up about 100 years A.S. (After Strober) in a university town called Gainesville Florida.  My family was of the highest caste of Scribes.  My father and mother were both professors and in the prevailing caste system I could not rise into the very highest caste which was Military/Leadership. 

Our caste of Learned Fellows, as it was sometimes called, was smaller than the military caste and not very dangerous for those in it.  We didn’t have to go to war, and fight anybody.  If that’s something you like — I never did like peace.

In my caste growing up the central theme was research and the scholars could specialize in any sort of subject of interest to him or her.  I was interested in the military.  It was a neglected research topic.

So when I was 12 years old I was watching military movies and reading campaign books.  Most of the Military Leadership Caste boys didn’t study military that much  I intensely like everything about army life.  I myself studied wrestling and hand to hand fighting.  I drew pictures of holds and hand/foot moves.

In my inferior caste I could be an officer in the army, but I was eliminated from the higher grades of officers like general or in politics like Governor of Florida or even assistant Governor of Florida.

When I went to Eastside High School in Gainesville for 9th grade I had no real solution to my problem (wrong caste).  My problem was that I wanted a full army career after college and knew my caste limited my advancement.  The army practiced, ‘Fighting dominance’ or ‘Fighting mastery’.  It is simply a fight to the death or to surrender in a ring by naked competitors for rank.  The general was the best man, the winner.  The problem was the fights were in each caste.  The leadership caste only fought those on their level.

In the first 8 grades of school I had gone to a specific caste school called PK Young School of Scholars.  It was for the intellectual thinking caste which I belonged.

At Eastside the caste’s were all merged.  At our 9th grade orientation meeting one boy and two girls stood up in the assembly who were of the leadership caste.  From where I was sitting, in the group of maybe a thousand entering freshmen, I could tell Eller Thomas looked like me.  We both were a lot bigger than others who were almost 14 years old.  It was not only his body build, but his face.  It was a little creepy about how we looked so much alike.  He even held his mouth like I held my lips, amazing.

The curious thing about the introductions of Eller in the assembly building was that he didn’t give a speech.  The thing that Leadership Caste members always did was assert their authority and make speeches.  It happened at every civic meeting.  None of the faculty or staff were of that caste, all inferiors to Eller.  Girls of the Blue Caste never made speeches, they were as women almost always have been in every caste, the thing men fight over, when they’re not fighting among themselves for land and power.

He was in charge as the only male of the leadership caste on our grade level, but all he did was stand, like the two girls, and then sit down again.

All he did that morning, was what we all did, at school that day and that was sit and listen to various teachers explain their subjects and club faculty like R.O.T.C. and football sponsors and describe their requirements for participation.

Eller Thomas was the big mystery of the day for me.  When we were dismissed for lunch most students went to their caste areas of the lunchroom to eat the standard school lunch.  Eller paid for a sandwich bag lunch and ate by himself  out under a tree, away from all the others.  I followed him and approached him during his first mouthful.

I said, “”I’m Floyd Cutter and I noticed you didn’t make a speech in their Eller, why not?”

“Why are you following me?” he said.

“Don’t you think we look-alike?” 

“All I noticed was that your pin is that of a scholar.”

“Why no speech Eller? Don’t avoid the question.”

“I have nothing to say.  I’ve been tutored.  This is my first experience in public school.”

“I can beat you at arm wrestling!”  I said.

“Yes you look like me, arm wrestling is a game of dominance and ownership.  Do you seek to dominate me?”

“Yes!”  I said and sat next to him and ate my sandwich and drank my cola.  He was not eating so I said, “Hurry and eat or we will be late getting back to assembly.”  I took what I wanted like his apple and cookie.  He made no protest when I directed him back to the meeting room.  I touched him on his arms, and even took his wallet out of his pocket and gave him mine.

That afternoon I took his leadership pin in the bathroom and put my pin on him.  I gave him a few pinches, when no one was watching, and knew he was in total fear of me.

We went to his house first riding the city bus.  He lived in a very large apartment house that had five slaves.  The two older women in his room probably knew which of us was Eller Thomas and which was not, but I called them by name, Sally and Joan, and called him Floyd.  The were probably confused and were of course slaves.

The real Eller’s mother was dead and his father was off at some war conference as a general of the Florida National Guard.

That night at supper my parents of course knew me, but I said, “This is Floyd Cutter and my new name is Eller Thomas.”

My parents had never eaten with a Blue Pin Leader Before and now it was  their son.

It was four months later when General Thomas came home briefly.  At our family supper I introduced him to my scholar friend from Eastside High “Floyd Cutter.”

“The lower caste boy looks like you Eller.”  the General said.

“I can assure you sir that he’s as docile as any cow.  I like how he’s as big as I am but afraid to arm wrestle me.”

“Did you know son that less than 5% of male scholars go in the military and even with an average of a college degree few of them rise beyond the beginning officer ranks.”

“Their afraid to fight.  They know the lower cast’s are on a lower level for good reasons.”

“Absolutely son!  I think your progress has exceeded even mine at age 14.  I was in college before I began conquering men of my own caste and taking their women. I think you could take on some fat Blue’s right now.

Because of your size and aggressive attitude you can challenge others now.  How many leadership cast are in your grade?”

“No other leadership caste boys, but two skanky girls.”

“What do you mean ‘Skanky’?”

“Not very good-looking.”

“What’s wrong with them? Fat? No tits?”

“Just not very pretty.”

“You will get pretty later, this is business.  Do you know whose daughters they are?”

“One is the City Manager of Gainesville’s daughter and the other one is President of the University of Florida’s daughter.”

“Good your big and bad son.  Your going to challenge first two old men (probably old men) who are supposed to protect the honor of their daughters.

What you do is go to school with a couple of pieces of rope.  Have your slave boy Floyd carry the rope for you.  As soon as you see the two girls tie their necks together.  If they resist, and I doubt they will, have the slave boy give them several licks with his belt.

You lead them to your car.”

“I ride the bus dad.”

“Drive the car to school from now on.  I’ll get another one.

Now important lead the girls to your car and then into our house, tied at the neck.

This is not a proper date, it is a challenge.  The girls understand what is going on.  Women play games as little girls where they tie each other by the neck and lead each other around.  It’s a lot like playing dolls and having doll houses.  It’s in the DNA of females.

So take them inside and screw them both.  It’s better if you leave bruises, or if they resist, use a belt and smack them some.

Take them back to school in time for school to let out.  Walk them inside on the same rope, then untie them and give each a letter to their fathers to take home.

The letter will have an amount that you demand.  The amount that you say you want will either cause the father to fight you, pay you, or try to escape.

If you ask for 5,000 credits, well that will mean, ‘I enjoyed the girl and we don’t have to fight.’

He would pay 5,000 it’s cheaper than a wedding.  Not that enslaving the girl will be anything like a wedding.

Asking and getting 50,000 credits means he pays you and is from that moment on a sort of serf of yours.  You will get the girl and can go to his house as you want and take his other daughters or his wife.  He will bow to you from then on.

If he has a son, he may send his son to fight you.  He can’t hire a stranger to fight you or get a nephew.  All fights are by army rules.  You can meet either father or one of their sons at the Gainesville Police Dept. or the University of Florida Police station and use their roped off ring.”

What if the father doesn’t have enough money?”

“He can meet you in private and become your secret or public slave.  With men who run something big like a city or university I would think it much better to maybe brand a foot and let them go back to work, with you really in charge.”

General Thomas finished his supper then helped me write the letters to the two fathers in his study.  There was a Blue Caste Directory for Alachua County and we found the two girls full names and the fathers names.  Neither man had listed sons.

The letters were about the same, the best looking girl of the two was Lindice Kendell the daughter of the University of Florida’s President Benjamin Kendell.

The letter to Lindice’s father was crafted after the general had some comments about Floyd.

When we sat down in the study Floyd sat in a chair next to us and General Thomas said, “This Floyd son,” he pointed to Floyd, “is big like you and looks like you, but he’s part of  a class of slaves.

Have you trained him any?”

“At school I usually eat with several girls and he brings our food.”

“I’ve questioned your slave women and they say your gone at night.  Are you at his home or are you screwing girls?”

“Both dad.”

“Look son in public, like in a school where you’re the only Blue Caste boy I don’t blame you for being political and treating Red Caste inferiors like sort of , kind of humans.  But like now when we’re alone with a slave like this I really don’t like him sitting in a chair with me!”

I motioned with my hand and Floyd got on his knees by me.

“In Tallahassee at my headquarters for the guard I keep 5 male slave men.  All of them surrendered after a fight.  Two of them were once Red Caste.  The key to keeping blue and red slaves is training.  How do you punish Floyd?”

“Mostly, so far if he is slow helping me get dressed for school, I slap his face.”

“Good and the strap, do you use the strap on him?”

“Not so far.  He obeys and the strap scares him badly.  Just showing it to him gets him shaking.”

“This Floyd seems like a natural slave, but all slaves need a good beating every week or two.

Also soon you’ll be acquiring girls and women,  so you will need 2 or 3 male slaves and of course the ultimate punishment is castration.  For any serious infraction chain up the man and do the cutting yourself.  Of the five I own now I’ve done two and  they guard my women.

Son do you know the proper way to tell a red caste girl who you’re taking  home from school to screw?”

“No sir, but so far I’ve had some nice volunteers.”

“I imagine you have, but you can pick any you want.  Just hand the girl a note saying, ‘Be at my car after school.’ 

They will know what you want.  That is the formal way to take them home to screw.  Also they keep the notes as keepsakes.  It is part of tradition.”

The letter that was written for Lendice Kendell to carry to her father after her day at home with me went like this:

Dear Mr. Benjamin Kendell,

My name is Eller Thomas and I took Lendice home for a try today.  Women often enjoy all the attention I heap on them when they visit my bedroom.  I have a nice soft bed.

I’m thinking hard about starting a bank account Ben.  I’m 14 like Lendice, but I’m a real big guy with big needs.

Within the next 24 hours send Lendice with a bag with 500,000. in credit bills to my apartment.  Call me so I’ll be looking out for her.

If you have trouble getting that much together so quickly just come over yourself with your daughter and I’ll get a notary here and you can make a promissory note to owe me.

Don’t worry Ben I’m going to work something out so you can pay me, one way or the other.

                                            Sincerely,

                                            Eller Thomas

That night after I wrote the letter with the generals help I went to my room with Floyd, my slave.  When we got in the room he whispered to me, “Master we need to talk without the slave women.  Send them out then beat me.”

“You slave women go sit on the floor in the kitchen.  Tonight I’m going to punish my red slave.” 

I did give Floyd a mild, moderate beating after he told me, “Master my father knows who I really am.  He is playing along to trap you.  I don’t know how he will do it, but somehow all this is a trap.

You probably have to fight some monster-father to get this Lendice girl.”

“I like fighting,” I said.  Then I beat him naked as he was spread across the bed and he screamed and begged for mercy.

Floyd was really a big girl who loved me and wanted to be mastered.  I was very glad to be alerted about the general.  I knew that I could beat and out wrestle the old general, but who knows about this Ben (father of Landice I didn’t know.

Right before school Floyd carrying two looped ropes for the two girls walked across campus with me, and we found Lendice with several red caste girls outside the main school office.  She bent her neck so I could put the loop of rope over it.  The Red Caste girls all giggled.

“Where is Sandra?”  I asked Lendice.

“You’ll have to take her later.”  Lendice said, “she called me last night to tell me this was the day.  She wanted to come, but someone warned her father.  She was not supposed to call me, but she did.”

As I walked her to my car, Floyd followed right behind her with his strap out.  “Your slave boy doesn’t have to hit me master.  No one warned my father.

I knew you were coming for me with your rope loop and I stood in my usual place.”

Floyd drove and I played with Lendice’s legs in the back seat.

“Master,” Lendice said, “Is your slave boy your identical twin?”

“It looks like that doesn’t it?”

“Yes master,” she said.

“Do you share girls with your twin?”

“No.”

“I hope master you only ask my father for the traditional 5,000 credits.”

“Why?”

“Well other wise he would fight.  Then I would lose my father or my master.”

“The letters already written and I’m asking 50,000 credits.”

“Oh my god, jesus!  Where did you come up with such a huge sum?”

“My father suggested it.”

“General Thomas knows my father.  He knows father is a championship wrestler. ”

“He didn’t tell me.”

“He wants to kill you master.  Is he then going to promote your twin?”

“I don’t know Lendice.”

Lendice wanted to call her father and ask his advice and I told her, “Sandra’s father had to be warned by the general, no one else knew.”

Lendice was not a virgin and that didn’t matter much to me.  None of my volunteer red caste girls had been virgins.  I wasn’t who I was claiming to be either.

In the afternoon I gave the phone to Lendice to call her father.  I needed some good advice.  My general and fictional father was not someone who could advise me, so I would try another source.  Lendice was excited and even joyous to receive the offerings I injected into her in my bedroom.

All I told her about the phone call was, “Tell him what my father told me to do and ask him what I should do.  You can tell him how you enjoyed sex.”  I knew she liked it, her screams exceeded any girl so far.

On the phone she said, “Daddy here’s the thing.  This Blue Caste boy, General Thomas’ son did the rope thing on me at school and took me home for a bedroom romp.

Well I like him, he’s like you big, burley and has great hair.

I’m not all bruised up dad.  The guy is great.

Well the thing is that General Thomas put him up to doing it and didn’t tell him you were a wrestler.”   I couldn’t hear the other part of the conversation, but could imagine.

“I think that either his dad was tying to kill you — Eller Thomas is a very big boy for just 14 or, he was trying hard to  get his own son killed.

I don’t know and Eller is baffled.

One thing I know dad is that Eller was supposed to rope my friend Sandra also today and somehow the general called her father so he kept her home today.  Sandra called me last night to warn me, but I think Eller is wildly good-looking and I want to be his concubine.

What should he do?  General Thomas asked in the letter for 500,000 credits.

I know so what is his best move now?”

She listened a long time while her father talked.

When he finished talking to her she held the phone in the air and said, “We can call him back master, but he explained what you should do Can I hang up now?”

“Sure,” I said

“First he asked me to find out one fact about you and your father.  Think deep about how close you are to your father and do you love him?”

“I think he’s trying to kill me,” I said

“Dad does believe that also because for 16 years in the regular army dad never lost a match.  Dad thinks this is something about Florida politics.

Dad is retired from the regular army but any officer can be recalled to active duty, but no one can challenge a retired officer to a match except any Blue Caste man is expected to defend his freedom and his young daughters or wives.

He asks how much you ‘love’ this father who tried to kill you?”  Could you live if he was dead?”

“I see it as if it’s him or me about who will die.”

“That’s how my father Ben sees it.  Now do you think you could fight your father and win?”

“Yes, I coud beat him any day of the week.”

“Could you kill him if necessary?”

“I see it as him or me dying.”

“Good, I’ve seen you in the R.O.T.C. uniform on Thursdays at school.  Father says you can challenge the general for his office.

What you do is make your bid for his office public.  Dress in your student Colonel uniform and go to the district army office on University Avenue and the document you give them must say:

‘Colonel Eller Thomas Jr. challenges General Eller Thomas Senior for the rank of General of the State Guard of Florida.  Further on this date of 103 A.S. (After Strober)’   Then in the body of the letter say, ‘Because this dirty little crawling critter, fat slob of a father tried to get his son killed in a domestic challenge to champion wrestler Ben Kendell Regular Army Colonel Retired.

So let the dirty turd head general appear at the U.S. Army Station on University Avenue in Gainesville Florida by 5 PM today so I can beat the stuffings out of him or accept him into the institution of slavery!

Then sign it:

Colonel Reserve Officer Training Corps

Eastside High Unit

Eller Thomas, Jr.

Lendice said, “I can type this one on a word processor for you, oh father said stick in some words like, ‘Yellow little coward’ , ‘Whizzle’ and ‘Insect of a man’.  Such a letter will probably become famous because your going to subdue or kill your own father.

My father thinks he will fight you. but you should insist that after your both naked that he wash his hands and say the insult as he washes his hands, ‘Remember dad I’ve heard about all your tricks, the eye blinding crud you keep in your ass crack.  Keep your hands off your backside.’

Ben said, ‘He will run after you in the ring to get at your eyes or balls.  Get him tired and expect insults.  Don’t stand and fight, but run backwards and kick between his legs if he gets too close.  Put your fingers in his eyes whenever possible.’ “

People thought I killed my own father, that helped fuel the myths and wild stories about my career.  I only went back to Eastside High to pick up Sandra.  Her father paid.  She had pretty sisters.

Maybe being a scholar is one career path to leadership in the military — it was for me.

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Contact Ray Cates at rcates2@cox.net  or fax him at: 1-352-629-1573

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