Preface & Table of Contents – White Poster Prince:

PREFACE TO TALES OF BRAVE ULYSSES

“You thought the leaden winter Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer To the violence of the Sun
And the colors of the sea Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
For you touched the distant sands with Tales of Brave Ulysses
how his naked ears were tortured By the sirens sweetly singing.
And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea
Her Name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell
And you know you cannot leave her For you touched the distant sands

with Tales of Brave Ulysses”

-(Martin Sharp)-

PREFACE

Preface to the Tale: : Ernst Hemingway once wrote: “There is nothing noble about being superior to your fellow man. True nobility comes from being superior to one’s former self.” But now there is much talk in America about a concept called “white supremacy”. It has little meaning other than “the belief that white people are superior to those of all other races, especially the black race, and should therefore dominate society”. If that dubious proposition is true, who then is the most “supreme” of the supremacists? Who is top dog? The rest might just be superior-ist. You cannot have two Supreme supremacists, just one. And that one must rule, he is then the “White Poster Prince”, and he must be also be able to kill any man standing next to him, all others move to the back of the bus. They might by definition superior to whomever or whatever, regardless of race, color, creed or combat skills, just inferior to the White Poster Prince.

And I, the author, now make that claim. It is for you to ultimately judge, but my claim as the “White Poster Prince” is actually based on fact and law. My Dutch Ancestors landed up the Hudson River in North America then named New Netherlands in 1619, planted the flag of our Republic, and by 1624 had officially domiciled up there, thereby claiming this entire Country, while befriended the indigenous people (the Mohawks). My ancestors owned North America as they had legally claimed Stadtholder lordship over all the lands. International law was simple back then. One could not just plant a flag, one had to live in the claimed territory, inhabiting it, and leave the indigenous people to their lands as long as those indigenous peoples occupied them. Stadtholder, derived from the Latin word “locum tenēns”, literally “I hold the place”, was a ruling placeholder, a stakeholder, for his people in his territory , and it was hereditary.

If there was a question amongst Catholic Nations about colonialism, the Pope would mediate it. If it was amongst Protestants, they would go to war. And my Calvinist ancestors from the Dutch Calvinist Republic had claimed North America and settled there, intermarrying with the indigenous Mohawks. Their claim was original, vested, and legal under then settled International Law. But it was never a picnic, it was a shootout over the valuable fur trade up the Hudson River and beyond. My ancestors chased out the French and the Swedes, and they warred with the English invaders over 50 years. This 50 year war was settled by the 1674 Treaty of Westminster, concluding the Third Dutch-Anglo War, and the island of Nieu Amsterdam (Manhattan) was ceded to the English along with all lands east of Oyster Bay, NY. We kept the rest. But the English invaders soon violated the 1674 Treaty of Westminster, they came by the boatloads, squatting on our lands and those of our allies, the indigenous peoples, then they warred on each other, leading a century later to the “Revolution” and the founding by the 13 “interloping” English colonies of the “United States of America.” And they kept on coming and coming, and are still coming and my people have not had the guns, gunpowder, or manpower to stop them since 1674.

So I, the supposedly “privileged” White Poster Prince”, the “stakeholder”, am heir to the vastly empty throne of North America, one just sitting there until the proper time when our legal Stadtholdership claims can be fulfilled. If the Jews had to wait thousands of years to reclaim Palestine, then I, or my heirs, must wait until we are able take up the reigns of rule of our Stadtholder lordship again.

But shed no tears, a White Poster Prince lives a fascinating life, in spite of this, and if you lend me your ears or eyes, I will take you on many worldwide adventures this White Poster Prince has had, the famous and infamous people I have met, studied under, worked with, fought with, drank with and socialized with, as I traveled around and around the world in this “Tale of Brave Ulysses.” This Odyssey depicts the journey of the White Poster Prince, or “Captain Rick” as he is also known, through a world of the scandalous rich and the famous, the rock stars, athletes, singers, soldiers, geniuses, saints, murderers and thieves and politicians that litter this global pathway. There are hurricanes, riots, earthquakes, market crashes, and human disaster interwoven into the tale. This adventure spans the globe from bitch-slapping Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock (Yes I did! He was passed out on Quaaludes and supposed to be on stage Sunday night!), then we shoot past the ivy halls of Yale Law School across seven seas, through the collapse of USSR-Russia, Sao Paulo, Jakarta, and other hell holes, through palaces and chateaus and black tie galas, and the camaraderie of Captains and Kings and Beggars and Thieves. It is a journey of many strange venues and strata as if it were Machiavelli’s Prince working his way up and down through the layers of hell to find his true self, a modern-day White Poster Prince or a black sheep-scoundrel?

I will recall to you the privilege of playing, of working at Woodstock, studying under the Three Wise Men at Yale Law School, my subsequent adventurers in Hollywood, on Wall Street and in the Wild Wild west of Post-Soviet Moscow, Putin and the Oligarchs, the hobnobbing with the captains and kings of industry, sailing the seven seas, my capture on the Island of Circe and the meddling in Florida with the elections of George Bush, the younger, and Donald Trump. Be prepared for gossip and scandal ranging from Anna Nicole Smith, Ted Kennedy, Claus Von Bulow, William Kennedy Smith, Doris Duke, Ivana Trump and Marla Maples, OJ Simpson, Derek Gibson and John Daly of Hemdale and the great Hollywood rip-off of “Platoon”, the rip-off of Kim Kardashian, and countless more, for I was there and will weave the Tales of gossip for your amusement.

It starts with a Prince-like empty shell of genetic material and DNA. I am mostly Viking, my instincts are to cut your head off, the Mohawk blood in me wants to scalp you, and the Dutch fur-trader in me wants to take your scalp to Paris and sell it for a big profit. Then to the “privileged” like me becomes the endless drilling in weaponry and warfare, for if you cannot be the best killer, being willing, able and ready to kill your enemies, you simply cannot by definition be Supreme. You have to learn the struggle of life the hard way, like being taught to swim by being thrown off of a very long dock. Then becomes a procession of life’s events that are to instill the Calvinist hard work ethic into you and then the worship of the Almighty Holy One. Throughout, your CPU and SDRAM (brain) is filled with data, history, science, mathematics, and you are then maybe ready to take the first step of a child into an adventurous, dangerous, and hopefully fascinating world to go find your true self. In many ways you, not me, will find and determine my true self, you are now the judge. For am I a Forrest Gump, a James Bond type assassin, a comic international man of mystery, the scholar, the artist, lover, or fool, the White Poster Prince? Or all of these? This Tale will tell the story. You must be the judge and jury alike.

And there is much more in this tale of scandal and adventure to digest, for I interweave cross-themes of human endeavors in science, economics, mathematics, theoretical physics, religion, philosophy, and war to challenge our minds and the pre-concepts that we are programmed with to believe and not question. There are 5 hidden lessons. Please learn them.

Our job as humans is not to be cattle or Orwellian bleating sheep, but rather we are charged with intelligence to learn, build, innovate, and hopefully leave a better world than was left to us by the thousands of generations before us. Evolution, not devolution, of the species is the ongoing mission. Thus scandal and amusement fuses with science on this Brave Odyssey.

And as we ponder the future of the human race as the inevitable pendulum of Facebook, Big Data, NSA and AI swings towards mind programming, modern serfdom, and Saul Alinsky socialism, this will be food for you to digest and contemplate. Ask yourself: Where do we go from here? What legacy, if any, to be left behind if is it is not old fashioned time tested slavery and serfdom? Who is left to fight? Who is brave enough to march in Brave Ulysses’ footprints towards the monsters that lie over the horizon? Will that marching Army include you? Do you need a White Poster Prince to lead you? Or to completely rule you like the socialist Alinsky or the mass-murdering dictator Stalin would? Or will it just end up the same: Time-tested Slavery or Serfdom? Thus follows the Tales of Brave Ulysses: