In the beginning there was a land inhabited by natives.  If it were inhabited by anyone else, they wouldn’t be natives, or it wouldn’t be the beginning.  But we have to start somewhere.

After a lot of cold winters, hot summers, war, peace, migration, and what many believe to be idyllic times, the land was “discovered” by a Genoese explorer.  After that, things moved pretty quickly.  The natives were colonized and proselytized, sometimes raped, pillaged, and exterminated, or infected and then annihilated, sometimes enslaved, sometimes assimilated, but mostly cheated and kicked off their land as if they didn’t matter.  Oh, those were days to be proud of.

Years later, a few men got together to protest a King’s abuses and a “Great Experiment” was born.  There were some more rough times until they figured out that it was bad manners to enslave other people…  that it was unfair to treat women as lesser beings, or prejudge people by their skin color, or for any other silly reason.

A bit more than 100 years ago someone had the age-old idea that they could do better than anyone else if only they could make all the rules. They realized that they couldn’t just seize power.  They had to take it gradually, piece by piece.  In order to succeed, they had to discredit the founders, re-write history and take over the educational system, control the media, and use propaganda to convince the masses to fall asleep at the helm…  And then, when the time was right, after their shadow framework was in place, they would instigate an event or cause a catastrophe and people would have no choice but to look to them for the ultimate solution.

They would rule the world.  Padmé said it best, she was fictional: “So this is how liberty dies…  with thunderous applause.”

I intend to make it hard for them to do that.