Our American Hero: A Tale of the American Civil War: 1

Our American Hero by J.K. Ronayne re-counts and makes an analysis of a tale of the American Civil War. It describes certain events that occurred at the end of the war that were critical to the future of the Union. It is also a graphic journey into existentialism and empirical reasoning using the powers of observation and deductive analysis ie logic. It is beautifully written using basic English language skills that are easily receptive to the layman, young or old. There is good natured humour, music and poetry to lift the spirit amidst the sadness and tragic irony of those eventful Victorian times.

Ronayne writes with the confidence of a man who lived throughout that whole period. The revelations given by the statements in this book make the objective truths appear to be rational and self evident. Or is this also an illusion?

The Statesmen.
If you didn't know the difference between a Derringer and a Colt 38, or a dirk and a Bowie knife, then you will find this magician will conjure up an image that an assassin can strike with an invisible illusion and still hit his target.

Jane's Fighting Weapons.
This American Civil War Epic, even if it doesn't add up, will still set your pants on Fire. I `wuz' gutted.

The Sum.
This fine writer has opened our minds to the possibility of an alternative explanation as to how and why President Lincoln was assassinated and even dares to suggest it was not John Wilkes Booth. This is bound to raise some fierce debate from legitimate American historians. Will they counter his thrusts and parries successfully? Or will they lunge, in a counter attack? The Gardian.
This forceful author seems to create his own illusions within a parody of delusions. The biggest illusion is time itself, in this magical journey through relativity, that frequently upsets history with a big bang. Then, a coincidental disturbance on the event horizon, causes Alice in the Looking Glass, to disappear through a galactic black hole.

The Old Scientist.
We are all magicians behind the retina of our eyes when we are forced to look and see the illusions. This gentle genie show's us how it's done, multiplying our images in his journey through time.

The Time's Times.
John Wilkes Booth created an image in the mirror of a devil inspired. This magical and reflective writer reflects this image back to the public turning him into a saint. Is this another Catholic plot? Or just another refractive shimmer in the mirage?

The Mirrror.
Nothing but tripe from beginning to end. There were too many twists and turns. I was led astray after the seventh chapter and lost all sense of the plot. And I would have preferred to find out how America beat the British in their War of Independence in 1776, than just another endless tale of the American Civil War, 89 years later. The Independence.
If it were a crossword I could complete it in my coffee break. There were that many signals, it was easy to solve. And it so happens you don't even have to learn the Morse Code.

The Telegraph.

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If you ever get the feeling your being programmed and watched all the time , then don't worry your not being paranoid, we all are.

The Watchmen.
It takes half a second for an assassin to fall 11 feet according to Newton but if you missed it, it never happened, because it was only a relative instant in time, according to Einstein.

Time Clock Magazine.
This is a must for all peoples if they can grasp its significance.

Venus The Morning and Evening Star.
This book implies that all Scotsmen belong to a clan. It fails to impress any of our rights, north of the border.

The Scotsmen.
This book is not for the feint hearted but neither is it for the dedicated psycho-path.

The Male on Sunday.
Observation and Deduction is what this book is all about but even Sherlock Holmes did not have any where near as many enemies. And the fiendish Professor Moriarty is not a patch on the treacherous General Baker.

The Observers.
It would seem that the biggest lesson from this adventure in illusion is not only to look well, but to listen well for correct English.

The Listeners.
After reading the true account about the missing `18' pages you will laugh your socks off in the cinema next year, and in your cab on the way home.

The Chromicle.
If you want to know how John Wilkes Booth made a pile of money without losing his head then read this book and become a rich man.

The Finical Times.
The problem with this historical account is one becomes confused as to who is writing it. Is it J.K.R., L.B., Phinias Camp Headley or perhaps even John Milton?

The Book Cub.
Written with the passion of the man who inspired it, the passion of John Wilkes Booth.

The People`s Republic.
You will need to be more than a spectator in this gripping drama you will need to be the stage hand, the actor, the theatre audience as well as the Greek Chorus. And who said traitors were illiterate?

The Spectrator.
If your hard up, don't play the lottery, take a gamble on this book.

The Economy.
I was doing alright until I got to Edgar Allen Poe and his ciphers and thought puzzles, which led me right up the garden path. So I got frustrated and watched a film called `The Pit and the Pendulum' starring Vincent Price instead, which was far more graphic. At least Poe was a genuine Victorian poet and author, but sadly died a pauper.

The Illustrate.
If George Orwell had left wing sympathies, but created works of fiction and still had Militant Intelligence worried, what are they to do with an author who recreates history, according to the facts? Banish him to Lilliputia, Narnia or Never, Never land or string him up as an example for Democracy? Let him rest assured we will defend him.

Daily Expresss.
This prattle faced, self seeking, sanctimonious, new kid on the block, self styled impresario and so called writer seems to imply that the North carried out a systematic whole-sale slaughter on the South, going around plundering cotton and tobacco, and burning down all of their Capitols and committing national fratricide at will, in order to suit the ends of some mythical figment of his acerbic and mordant imagination. Why doesn't he grow up and leave politics to those who know what is best for the people and the world?

The New Amsterdam Times.
Written with style and flair although he's a bit out of date in his knowledge of Washington.

The Washinton Post.
Mr. Ronayne should leave his sucking up to black people alone, we are a much stronger political force than he thinks and we can defend are own corner, and fire a rifle more accurate than he. One quarter of our military boys are black and proud to fly the banner at all times. We are darned sure to God, it was Mr. Lincoln who formed our first `coloured' regiment. What has Ronayne done for his country? Shoot his mouth off?

Dallass Times.
I was only a little surprised to learn that John Wilkes Booth was a great actor with passion and love, and not just a so called anti - black crazed `assassin' come stunt man. This writer strongly implies that his real purpose in trying to kidnap the President was to seek an exchange of prisoners, who were starving and dying of hunger and disease, in both the North and the South. And that it was so much unnecessary suffering on a Global scale, and that it would have made no difference to the outcome of the war, since we would have won anyway.

The Chicago Tribute.
Nightmare on Elm Street in the Land of the Un-dead. Yes, the illuminati control us all now with their splints for legs and chips for brains. And next stop Iran - for more dead wood. Woody Woodpecker's Song.

This pseudo-surreal existentialist seems to imply, in this Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale book of his, that the real killer of President Lincoln was the Supposed Assassin of the Supposed Assassin of Lincoln, except he was not a Marylander, but an Englishman. This is so bizarre he must think America sells oil to Arabia.

The Cincinnati Herold.
I wanted to learn about the American Civil War and who shot the President, but I had to wade through the abstract poetry of John Milton, the fairy tales of Hans Christian Anderson and the cryptic puzzles of Edgar Allen Poe to get there.

The St. Louis Blues.
Now we have another so called Englishman who thinks America is a playground for his artistic whims and outmoded imaginations. May we respectfully remind him that our country is a target for easy criticism, yet millions of people have flocked to our shores to improve their standard of life, and to seek freedom for all their endeavours. And no country can match our `Know How' and our Advanced Technology. If he dare's to come over here again we'll clip his wings and plant a Silicon chip in his brain, so that he will know what real Democracy is all about.

The Los Angels Times.
What little you know about geography will be updated in this round the world tour. Except you will need an army compass, field glasses and an ordinance survey map to navigate, plus a bottle of bourbon in case you fall from your horse. And throw in two carbines and seven revolvers in case you get accosted by the army. Views of the World.
The speed of a bullet moves at near hyper-velocity. You will have to move faster than this to keep up with the time frames in this exciting re-run of the old classic `I Shot The Sheriff', sung by Bob Marley and Eric Clapton. Indeed, Wild Bill Hickock was a pussycat compared to Johnny Corbett. And Jim Bowie had nothing on Wilkes Booth.

Ballistics Magazine.
We all trust our doctors and surgeons to heal our weaknesses and injuries. You will think twice before your next operation having read about the skills of the Surgeon General.
The Medicine Journal.
This gentleman has written a book which condemns Victorian values and ridicules Northern morality, yet favours the South's culture. Perhaps he ought to spend some time in the deep South and learn what real life is all about. He will find his English won't match the ready repartee of straight talking Southerners, who will bite his head off, if he mentions a word about our American way of life.

Live Magazine.
Grant was a `brilliant General' and put on the back of the Federal dollar. Lincoln printed US greenbacks and saved the Union but they put a hole in the back of him.

Fed-Up Reserve.

It's time this chap got things straight. He should stick to his own subject and put his mind where is mouth is. Einstein rode on a light beam from Switzerland to America and proved he could return here any time, without getting any older. Perhaps this chap could do the same but be fortunate enough to get bent into a black hole, before he gets here. Then, this flying Peter Pan won't get any younger, as there just ain't any politics or history to worry about in a black hole. The Fourth Dimension Magazine.
I was surprised to learn that John Wilkes never had a diary, let alone him having lost `18 missing pages,' which are in fact 28 missing pages.

The Baltimore Echo.
If you read this book you will have a totally new concept of the fairy tale ballet of Hans Christian Anderson. You will find out not only why the vain and bold young girl put on the fairy's red shoes and couldn't stop dancing, until she chopped her feet off. Indeed you will see that `Red Shoes' got very cold feet and never put them on at all, but was rewarded anyway by being plain and wise, and by spinning a good yarn instead.

The Copenhagen Legend.
In 1993 Clint Eastwood made a film that simulated a re-run of a modern day assassination using an assassin with the code name of John Booth (John Malkovich) and he drew up his psychological profile. The scenario was exactly the same, one lone assassin against the combined intelligence of Washington, the FBI and the ZIA. They all ran rings around each other and stumbling until they accidentally cottoned on, but the assassin of course had the `brains and military genius of Booth' outwitting them easily from behind every lamp post. The paranoia matches the `brilliance of Booth' and reinforces the image of the lone assassin, reinforcing the mythology of the illuminati, by the image of singular genius - the threat from without, appearing to outwit the combined legions of chaos, and thus side-lining the real threat from within. In any other culture it would be a comedy - of errors. Even the actors (except Malkovich) were laughing with straight faces, at the expense of a late great fellow actor- John Wilkes Booth.

Psychological Mysteries in the Wiring Line.
I `waz' totally `gob smacked.'

Punch and Judy Magazine.
If the average American could only stop and wait for the moment of truth, to wipe the hype, then they could become what they truly feel in their innermost hearts, in an instant, a real winner. The same goes for all of us, at any decent level.

Anon.
It will take a century for the message to penetrate the mystery and mythology of our culture, if there are many left to read or understand correct English.

Nostradamus.