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| Kirkcudbright Castle, Scotland |
This uninhabitable pile of rubble known in the 1600s as the McClellan castle is located in the small town of Kirkcudbright in the Galloway province of southern Scotland, not far from the sea. The Bueno family and possibly a few others were at our house when my mother was telling the story of my grandfather's cousin's genealogy book, which makes some mention of the castle and the tantalizing thought that it sits there unclaimed by an unidentified heir of the McClellan clan. And if there were an heir I am sure that it would not be me, obviously, a girl and not the eldest of a branch of the family that was long gone to America when the McClellan title expired without heirs sometime in the 19th century. So all this encouragement to stake my claim to the title and the castle is ridiculous, way out of the realm of possibility, a figment of imagination wholly unproductive in the general scheme of things although makes for an entertaining genealogy book. We learned later that little Stevie Bueno was upset that night, after my mom told the castle story, and complained to his father about not having a castle, too. The story of Stevie's dream castle was somehow passed along to Don Triplett, who came up with his own castle scheme, a children's ministry called "Castle of the King" which purports to tell the gospel story using medieval symbols, castles and kings, and now operates in several countries of Latin America. But could Don Triplett be expected to present a Scottish castle as a worthy goal for children's aspirations? No, of course not. Obviously, the Tripletts are Frenchmen and because they own the Triplett company store the castles would of necessity have to be of the French persuasion. Besides, it was Stephanie Share in my high school class who was from Scotland, not me, and as we all know Stephanie always did have a lot of problems. As for myself, I was in high school a redhead and just as easily connected to the Stricklands of Malta through my grandmother, the Stricklands having some vaguely understood connection to Bloody Queen Mary and the redhead virgin Queen Elizabeth of the 1500s, so "they" have decided that I should have no claim to the "Castle of the King." After all, I am a girl and the boys always have to win the game which is being played according to their French rulebook. Have we forgotten that the Hundred Years War had something to do with driving the English out of France? So it becomes obvious that Loren Triplett did not write the book, "The Indigenous Church." That book was written by a missionary to Nicaragua. It was the French who colonized Haiti, which turned out to be such a disaster, the most densely populated and poverty stricken country in the western hemisphere, where people are trained to live on handouts and charity because there are no jobs, no adequate housing, rampant exploitation of resources, and many other problems not helped by the prevalence of voodoo and witchcraft. Which hopefully helps to explain why I hate this lousy script that was possibly written by some wickedly stupid French-Spanish Brizuela bitch, I doubt not.
