Joseph

Your great-grandmother was born in Boston and went as a little girl to your country with her parents. She never lost her nationality. By marrying another American she made sure her daughter and grandchildren  would remain Americans, too.

My marriage to Eliza was not valid. She was a royal princess and Protestant while I was a commoner, a Catholic and the son of a mere ambassador. The king had not given his approval. Eliza chosed a poor prince over me. No matter how poor he was. He was after all a prince. No matter how much I loved her.

Eliza was my first wife.

Your family is not Native American, just European. They are Irish, Scottish, English, Swiss and Austrian and Spanish. Not those filthy and dirty Indians.

Your family is one of the few royal families from Europe that has untainted real royal blood. Today's royal familues in Europe are tainted with Negro, Arab, Vietnamese, Maori blood.

I did not want to confess this, but Charles is my son. He was born when Eliza and I were still married. My father was mad again. When he realized that George could take all his money from him so he became Irish and Catholic, where in fact he was Scottish and Protestant, a WASP as they say in America. George became livid and married Eliza to Phillip with baby and all. I hated Eliza for being weak. We could have gone away but she was afraid of her father. She told me she was of Vietnamese and Maori blood. I do not know if that is true. I didn't tell my father anything because he was the one that destroyed my life.

With Eliza there was no kama sutra only pure and tender love. I would take her in my arms and take her wherever she wanted. I loved to run my fingers through her long dark curls. My father ruined her family and yours. My father was part of a group who liked to take everything from everyone. They are the Illuminatis.

My father was in love with your

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.01.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-7025-1

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In 1976 an American gentleman named Kenneth O'Donnell visited my Mother and gave her the diary and the letters of JFK to guard. He didn't come back.