[1]12004731_418584274995513_7369735013307907625_n. I _suspect_, going by facial structure - especially my nose and forehead, that I have significant Welsh genetic expression, that I might not have been primarily an immigrant to Briton but as I am currently in the United States of America, it's certain that I am part of the Immigrant class to the United States. While apparently part of me stepped foot on Plymouth Rock, and a part of me certainly fought in the Revolutionary War, which was a bit of a personality split on my part honestly, I am nevertheless part of the hoards of invaders who decided that This Land Is My Land, This Land Is My Land. Still, I can dream of a colored construction paper Thanksgiving just the same if I wish and call myself a Peacemaker. Still, as one whose consciousness arose in its current state in New Jersey, USA (after some past in Connecticut and perhaps even Arkansas, although I am uncertain about the Arkansas bit entirely), nevertheless, as a current resident of Florida, I am twice the invader, for Florida was invaded by Spain and then traded to the mixed breeds of Great Britain in what amounts to a poker game. [although I believe they called it "negotiations"] Spain got the Cuba they wanted, and almost entirely evacuated Florida, and Great Britain took over Florida. But this was not to last. When the 13 colonies decided to rip tear off from Mother England, Florida remained loyal to England, as it was already quite prosperous in a VERY short time indeed and was, in fact, the first instatement of English Common Law in the Colonies. Neither East nor West Florida sent representative to Philadelphia. After another 13 years Britain gave Florida back to Spain again, rather than giving it up to this pesky "Americans". England and America weren't talking; the breakup was fresh and wounds were sore. They were still busy trash talking their ex's to their friends. Spain kept Britain's new map of the Floridas and ruled happily. But then, the Florida Crackers came. They totally ignored the Spanish who were in charge. Between the Florida Crackers and the Seminole Indians, who were equally a pain in the ass to far off Spain, by 1821, Spain said, "Enough of this! Take it! Take it!" and Florida became Puerto Rico with Crackers instead of Ricky Martin. And so, the rest is History and here I am. I don't wish to mention [2]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Removal_Act of 1830, because that's a sob story. It'll leave a whole Trail of Tears if I told it. References Visible links 1. http://icopiedyou.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/12004731_418584274995513_7369735013307907625_n.jpg 2. https://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FIndian_Removal_Act&h=OAQEtMDZFAQEtYTTRNa9iit1XwWsS4xW4z6nvDCV6sxdgeg&enc=AZMZPq_145G01QvErHiZQeoWaGYNIcLb61n3ARsRaZzzD7EE94CduULWbXD29o-tFixhfKkbTV7Ls8n4_OQs1i-NDhNleEyQZ9BvSC08omP4iIF6akhtR_jTUqL80bjfqjLfcTk3fPaQaBM98CZC98RZpjU2n76VBPX5TUOx1DazjKjnw0PYwra5Bbq0-CTVcvo&s=1