July 31st, 2010 | 
Author: Zangara's (Kibo) Elegy
Here is the long awaited story involving Kibo. As previously discussed, I would have Kibo's permission to use his name if he existed. Also, if he existed he would have asked me to cross-post this to the groups which I cross-posted to.
There is a quiz (Multiple choice) at the end. Please post results to as many groups as you want.
Zangara's Elegy
"'He was a bloody tyrant and we brought him down. And I will not have history think I did it for a bag of gold or in some kind of rabid fit!`" I looked curiously at this disheveled individual who was ranting what I perceived to be nonsense. I turned to my guide, and hopefully future employer. "What is he talking about?" "Oh, he's no one. He thinks he's John Wilkes Booth, that's all," came the reply. I looked closer at my guide. I hadn't really studied him up to this point. Suddenly however I knew that he posed me no threat, and so I wished to know more about him. "'Tell them how the Union can never recover from that vulgar, high and mighty niggerlover, Never--!`" I began going over what I knew about my guide. His name was Dr. Charles Guiteau, and he was the director of the mental ward of the University of Massachusetts Medical Center. I knew nothing about his credentials, but that was not where my curiosity lay. I was interested in his character, and since it was profession to know other peoples thoughts, I was able to delve into his inner self even as he showed me the building. "Kibo, would you like to join us?" Dr. Guiteau asked the mental patient. "This is Dr. Sam Byck, and I'm showing him around the building." "My name is not Kibo, it is Johnny Booth. Sure, I'll come along. 'Someone slew the tyrant, just as Brutus slew the tyrant`" "We don't know his real name, so for a while we were calling him Johnny. Then the doctor who was handling his case decided it was better to call him something else. I'm not sure where the name Kibo came from though," Dr. Guiteau rambled on. "By the way, if you come on Kibo will be one of your patients. Dr. Czolgosz, the man who left for Buffalo, was his doctor." I had been half listening to this exchange until Dr. Guiteau's last sentence. Suddenly my interest in this specimen was piqued. There had to be some way of using him to my purposes. "I would be interested in seeing his file," I replied, confident that my speech had not skipped a beat. "That will have to wait until you accept the position, which we hope you do. It will certainly give our department prestige, something we have been lacking for quite a while." This man was showing all of his cards, wasn't he? I had nothing
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