Living in the Boneyard

This is a short story that attempts to remove the veil of looking at our social history in snips, bites or pieces. Histories especially veiled to have no connections... an extreme case of cognizant dissonance. They are especially connective with our own familial and cultural norms, prodigiously contributing to the outcomes of our lives. Maybe it is time for honesty, for us all to consider who has gained the most. Who has fed the lies to the rest of us? Let's try to unveil some truth before we end up at each others throats again? We are entrenched in blaming only the 'other' for everything. How many more Shiloh's? Civil War battles? How many more World War's must humanity endure? Can the elite stop and say how much is enough? Believe me, once in the bone yard there is no escape. Money will not buy back your health or your way out of the bone yard.