Hull's Revenge

I don't intend to sully this visualization with the word revenge, but it sounds fun so bear that in mind as you read on.

The aforementioned description of the British slight-of-hand against Mr. Hull that temporarily determined the fate of Fort Detroit at one point in time has been tickling the funny bone of my self-enhancing beliefs campaign today. I've been envisioning me in the place of Mr. Hull while he watched the shenanigans of his English counterpart, and sending this soul message across the field of battle: "Listen, Dudes. I get it that you think this is real life-and-death here, honor for country and all that. But that allegiance is no longer valid. I see what you're doing. I see the manufacturing of fear, doubt, worry, where there is none. I see you attempting to maintain your position--after all, it's one you've been accustomed to for who knows how long. I see it all now, and I appreciate the fervor based on your buy-in to lack mentality."

They stop what they are doing and sheepishly look at each other, realizing the jig is up. We all start to laugh and enjoy the vibe we create with each other. I suggest some alterntaive activities that our collaborative energy would be better suited for, and they drop the weapons where they are, to be grown over by the grass and flowers and vines.

This party is just getting started.