Story of the Goat Man (Part 1)

Disclaimer:  The following contains a few word components that certain readers may find offensive: ass and damn.  If such wording bothers you then read no further.

Let’s start off discussing Sam.  Sam is a somewhat complex individual.  In many regards he is the typical guy who is into things like beer, motorcycles, exercise/sports and sometimes women yet he still has his peculiarities.  One of his girlfriends did what I would call a pretty accurate synopsis of the major portions of his brain.  According to her it was divided into at least three main regions: sex, food, and chemistry.  Knowing Sam pretty well myself I would say that she missed a few minor portions of gray matter but the point is he is at least two-thirds normal John Doe American.  On the other hand, he is a workaholic and quite dedicated to inventing and chemistry which makes him a bit unusual and somewhat of a nerd.  I could go into great depth concerning the number of adventures Sam has gone on, most of which 99% of people never experience but to do so would lengthen this document greatly.  For me one of the main messages of this story is that Sam is (unfortunately) an ardent believer in the good of man and is a little too trusting of people in general which has resulted in him being taken advantage of over the years.

In any event, while pursuing an advanced degree in a specialty field of chemistry at a school that has the largest program in the topic area (The University of Asscrack) Sam happened upon a professor who will be referred to as the Goat Man (GM).  The story of the GM seems to be one veiled in mystery to a large degree.  It just so happens that according to one of the few biographical sketches of this individual he was born to a middle class family in one of the countries where the swastika was the symbol of piety.  I often wonder (due to the time line of events given in this biography) if he was a member of Hitler’s youth guard, probably helping some poor old Jewish grandmother to the bakery no doubt.  But for me the greatest mystery of this man is what is his true name and how has he been able to operate so successfully in the eye of the public under such an obvious guise of falsehood?  This piece of detritus stole the name GM from a well-known US senator after he floated across the pond during his initial immigration to the US via Canada; however, unlike the US senator the GM of our story had no famous sons that were assassinated.

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