Santa Anna's Journal (School Works)

Santa Anna's Journal

I absolutely adore this new hand-carved design that you bear, my dear, new-born journal. You are my most prized possession. Let me fill you with life from cover to cover, with my words plentiful. The scrawl of my hand shall engulf you in its wondrous, precious arms as you recite story after story to the generations to come. It's the bare least that you deserve. But first, you shall endeavor through the tedious task of bearing the gag-worthy words I shall print on your innocent pages, set forth upon you by that swine that goes by William Barret Travis. His name is really such a misnomer. It took me all my strength not to cut off his head as he hurled insult after insult at my regal being, so much so that I am physically winded after the Consultation.

Travis is a hot-headed lowlife, and that's being generous. I hadn't a clue that someone so stubborn could be such a hypocrite simultaneously. We were engaged in quite a heated conversation on the topic of the start of this thorn in my side- the Texas Revolution- this imbecile had the nerve to blame my decision to stop Anglo immigration as their cause of war. He claimed it was the so-called 'last straw' in the thousands upon thousands 'offenses' that was my armor, crown, and throne. He said, to me, the Mexican president, that it was all my fault. I let them keep their land! How dare he! I could've have condemned them to death if had chosen to! And I admit, I did let my guarded persona slip just for a second and got quite personal by accident. Okay, maybe not on accident. Through gritted teeth, I just managed to sputter out my lowest blow, where it hurts the most if you know what I mean. "And yet you're the one who left your wife and babe- also from what I've heard, whom you have been cheating on with a student- to travel to Tejas and lead a doomed revolution."

Unable to control his child-like urges, he lunged at me. It took a train-load of yelling from Señora Thompson and help pry his all but hissing figure off of me. I was standing there, playing the victim. But I had to manipulate than, after such a travesty occurred for the Texan side, because of such an inappropriate card played by their leader.

It really isn't my fault that an entire state decides to rebel just because they didn't like me. To be honest, I understand that Americans can be quite dumb sometimes. They obviously thought that they were in America when they became mob-like after being informed no slaves allowed. But my own citizens? Tejanos? The traitors! And on the topic of slaves, Travis brought up the fact that I wasn't treating them humanely by taking away their rights. If I'm correct, then, he was the one that brought a right-deprived slave to this country.

The one thing that angers me the most though, is theirs toward me because of the aftermath of the Battle of the Alamo. More a reasonable leader, Jim Bowie, was the one conferring with me, as I viewed the entire ordeal as unnecessary. But that- that- ugh! There are not nearly enough insults in the world. Anyway, he came up with the greatest idea, to shoot a cannon in my direction. This man really knows how to ruin a truce. But all in all, what choice did I have except to eradicate the entirety of San Antonio de Bexar and finally get rid off the likes of him.