How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus

Parasites

I have found myself in a very awkward predicament. As I rarely need to use my gold coins, it has come to my attention that within my vault their appears to be no more. Upon the checking of my books, I have noticed I have not taken it upon myself to gain any more of these but have found that the proper number of gold bricks are accounted for. I do not know how I shall pay my man who has greatly impressed his young master, by cleaning this beautiful ornament I hang around my neck. I do, if I may add have enough gold bricks that I could throw a few away and not be any poorer as they continue to flood into my vault. One of many vaults I have so beautifully obtained made from shiny, beautiful ornaments, metal and rocks. 

To only have one vault with the abundant revenue these businesses carry in would be ludicrous. It may please my servant greatly if I were to give him a brick of his own, which of course may have him living inside the wall and in the town which would displease me entirely. It is enough that I have these dogs working underneath me. Why would I need rats and cockroaches living near me as well? It is quite the dilemma, one that I hope will soon be remedied. However, as much as it disgusts me, it could be added to my good deeds for the poor I do once every half a decade. No more and no less I may add as it is uncommon to do so much good for the poor when you are at my stature.

 It should not surprise you reader that they may wish and look for handouts undeserved. It would not be any wonder to my person if I were to wake up to men and women with their children crying and screaming on the exterior of these boundaries begging for just a scrap or a taste of something or other. Just the thought of such filth causes my skin to itch all over as if I were bitten by millions of mosquitoes than drowned in the leaves of a poison ivy. What a horrible vision that would be if this were to occur. Yet I am surrounded by mosquitoes daily and must endure their constant visage as I awake every morning. These blood sucking leeches do serve a purpose however and in my benevolence, I must keep them here for their less than unexceptional contributions. 

It is often peculiar as to why I allow my heart, even for a moment to reflect some good upon these parasites. I have often heard how my grandfather would use what he knew to help those around him as he was the wealthiest farm owner of his time and before. It may be quite possible that my forgiveness and sympathetic feelings may have come from this uncommon ancestor. As much as I do respect such a fellow, his love for those beneath him was disgusting and might I add atrocious. He all in all was considered a good man but never had received the fear that one who would lead such as he did should have. My grandfather if you have paid attention, was a farmer like his father before him. Not truly with my great grandfather. That is a story for another time. 

In my grandfather's wisdom he had learned to grow and cultivate the most luscious of foods and acquired the king's approval of the goods which he sold. Not many people in his time could say so and in doing such was able to share with his own family. This is where my father acquired the bulk of the wealth. My grandfather had made the decision to leave all his gains to his oldest son which happened to be my father. He was given the best education and start at life in order to help his own brothers. It was expected that the son was to share his wealth to those beneath him as my grandfather in his finite wisdom supposed.

 However, this did not transpire as my father knew he was capable of much greater feats if he were to cling to his newly acquired wealth. At least most of it. Although in my father's stupidity he has given too much of what he has to his other less fortunate family members. My grandfather, may his mind rest in peace died, not knowing what had occurred with his own fortune. It is my thoughts that he may have understood what was to befall after his death. As I was told he did not seem in the most jubilant of spirits with my own father before he passed on to wherever one goes. It may have hurt him greatly that his own son would not follow his own desires, but he allowed whatever to be, to be. 

Although I shall not complain, as his decision has benefited me greatly. I at times wonder what he would have thought of me if he knew me or the young man I shall have become if he were still alive. Although I shudder to think of it at times. Again, I have gone off topic and left the situation at hand as my mind wandered as it often does. It may be in my best interest to give such and such a servant a gold brick which would greatly benefit him. It would be of no loss to me. Even if these poor, wretched fools from across the divide where to come to me in their hope of help needing echoes of my wisdom and charitable deeds. My grandeur may spread across the lands and seas. It may be a great ploy in my grand scheme of taking over this despicable land from this king and have these peasants on my side. I shall become like them and at some point rule over them much like they have ruled over the people of my lands. 

They are more poor people in this land than the military and the rich themselves. If I were to control the minds of these buffoons, they may in their need of a ruler, ask and fight for my leadership as I sat upon my bed eating, drinking and being merry. Oh yes! This will be quite a development that may take time. A most delightful and entertaining development of which I shall be successful. Although it may be best to erase these thoughts at a later time. Again, I know not who may read these devices after I am gone. Or worse yet, while I still live. For now, I shall leave what I may and write whatever comes forth from my mind so as to remind myself of future endeavors. As for this man. My servant! It may be in my best interest for now to give him such a brick. I shall call him to return to me in but a moment.