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I was just reading about Jefferson this morning. First an article about some wine what wasn't really his, then an article about the 1800 presidential election. Now this.
What's up? My name is Thomas Jefferson. I wrote the DOI. A lot of people don't know this, but I also smoked the early drafts of the DOI. With slaves. Talk about high on independence! I joked that the slaves were high on irony, but then failed to explain the definition of irony to them. Hey, they can't all be zingers! LOLSLAVES!
Anyway, I also invented the dumb waiter, mainly because I'd get so high in my study that I often couldn't even get up to go to the kitchen for a snack. Talk about high on dependence!
I also invented red hair, Al Gore and Constitution Day.
Happy Constitution Day!
My name, I believe is Thomas Jefferson. So much is lost to me now that even the naming of myself is a struggle. I was born a long time ago and if you ask anyone, they'll tell you I died a long time ago as well. I have a recollection of that blackness, but somehow it doesn't make much sense.
I'm a tall man, or at least I give the impression of being a tall man. There are no mirrors here, and no people to compare myself to. There's a chair, or at the very least a construct I call the chair. I don't understand and if I did understand I believe it would be impossible to explain.
You asked about slavery and the constitution. I had something to do with that. At least, that's what people tell me. I have a memory, but it is brief and insubstantial. At the time it was important. Less so now. Also, I have been asked to make changes to a new thing they call the constitution, but I see little point. Every change I make gets sent back. They think I should be writing more about freedom and less about the construct I call chair.
I remember a girl, or at least the construct of a thing called girl. We talked for a while and a while after that I brushed her hair. She made a flower which she called buttercup. I held it under her chin and she laughed. I don't know why I held it under her chin or why she laughed.
My name, I believe is Thomas Jefferson. This is the story of my life. I shall write again soon. Please tell me about yourself. Do you have chair? or girl? Do they make you write constitution.