Me, Keller Clark

I was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, USA to an American father and a Canadian mother, who immigrated to the United States in 1996, of Scots-Irish and English descent. I moved to my mother's birthplace (Toronto, Ontario, Canada) when I was just 3 months old. From there we came to an Irish-Canadian town called O'Leary in Prince Edward Island, Canada. We then moved to Charlotte, Mecklenburg, North Carolina. We have just moved back to New Orleans where my family and I reside today.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Halbritter's Journal

Lander's Journal, the Story of  Siegfried Halbritter, a WWII German sniper and his courage on the Front Line. 

In 2012, archaeologists were excavating the scene of a brutal WWII battle in Poland. They found the blood-stained war journal of Feldwebel Siegfried Halbritter, a German sergeant in the Blitzgewehrs (meaning "lightning rifles"), a specialized unit of the Wehrmacht during the Second World War. The unit specialized in desert and jungle warfare, and Lander was a silent but deadly soldier, trained to be as stealthy and lethal as a panther. Together, with ruthless sniper and fanatical Nazi Feldwebel Kurt Lander, a handsome, charming, and extremely polite, yet cold-blooded Bavarian woodsman, Halbritter, a softened but fair-fighting and battle-hardened WWI veteran, will not only fight the combined might of the Allies, but also the creeping evil of the brutal Waffen-SS shock troops and their merciless officers. Fully grown men still shudder and cower in fear when they picture a sinister figure, Lander, sitting in his hideout near the German trench in Nazi uniform with a scoped bolt-action rifle, picking off individuals while looking like a terror with his gas/welding mask over his face, and Halbritter with a Luger pistol with his signature chestnut brown mustache and auburn hair. This is his story.

July 1, 1942 in El Alamein, Egypt, North Africa=
Hello. My name is Siegfried Halbritter. Feldwebel Siegfried Halbritter. I am writing this journal to describe my adventures in fighting on the German side. I am a battle-hardened, highly decorated, and well-disciplined WW1 veteran. I can still picture the onslaught, the stalemate, and the deadlock of those dirty, muddy trenches. Good German and British soldiers being thrown away in pointless counter-offensives, charging forward with bayonets attached to rifles, ready for a brutal melee. But this war is even dirtier, especially with- the Waffen-SS. The SS are stuck-up, snooty, and ruthless officers and their elite shock troops, originally formed to be Hitler's elite bodyguard, but grew to over 10,000. This morning, there was news of an SS shooting of over 90 French men, women, and children in Paris, including harmless, unarmed civilians and badly wounded French Resistance members. It is disgusting, and I have developed actually a hate for Hitler and the SS. Then there is the Gestapo, Nazi thugs and battle police, even more disgusting in behavior. They run the extermination camps in Austria, Germany, Poland, and France, mass-murdering and killing Jews, homosexuals, Gypsies, and other people deemed "unfit" by our disgusting little bitch of a leader, Adolf Hitler. He believes that Germans are the master-race, superior to everyone else. Those who are truly "Aryan" (blonde-haired, blue-eyed and Teutonic), are praised by Hitler, like my "friend" Kurt. Kurt Lander is a ruthless SS sniper now serving in the Afrika Korps. He can hit a deck of cards nine times out of ten at 200 yards with his deadly and extremely accurate weapon, a scoped bolt-action rifle, and so his nickname is "Crackshot." He is extremely polite, handsome, charming, and womanizing, a truly Aryan man with bleach-white pale skin, strawberry blonde hair, and watery, flowing blue eyes, but brutal, cold-blooded, and merciless. We met in Berlin, but while I am a Bavarian secretly coming from an Austrian Jewish family, Lander was born in Strasbourg, Alsace-Lorraine in France, now part of Nazi Germany. He is pure-blooded, German man coming from a wealthy and filthy rich Aryan family with roots in Prussia and Poland. Whenever Lander gets a confirmed sniper kill, with his razor-sharp combat knife, named "Blood-Drinker", he carves a straight line onto the butt of his rifle. His rifle is named "Johanna" after his amazingly sweet and pretty wife, a true Danish beauty. Lander's father was a highly decorated WW1 veteran who received the Iron Cross, but was killed at Vimy Ridge. He was in my stormtrooper unit. 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Nominees for Highland Clans

 The Scottish Highlands clans have always been the stuff of legend. Dashing and daring, romanticized, Victorian portraits of brave men who came from Gaelic, Celtic, and/or Norse origins, wearing a beautiful, patterned kilt with a handsome face and a long, sharp sword, ready to strike English soldiers who cower in fear, literally running into musket fire. Some are originated Pictish-Scottish clans like MacDonald, some are originally Irish clans from Dal Riada like MacLachlan or Matheson, and some of Norse or Viking origin like Gunn or MacLeod. The rose-red, blushy cheeks, fiery red hair, sparkling, watery blue eyes, and feathered hats make these men look sweet and handsome, but in fact waged awful, bloody civil wars against each other in territories. Using romanticized, Victorian-era paintings by famed 19th-century Scottish painter and artist, R.R. McIan, we will determine these brave men and women, how they fought, and how they became the beautiful clans in popular culture today.


 Most Dashing Clan Nominee: MacBain
 N29 - MacBain
 Above: A very handsome but dashing MacBain warrior charging into action against English troops, striking fear and terror in the enemy's heart as he prepares to slice them with his deadly sword.

Most Daring Clan Nominee: MacMillan
N53 - MacMillan
 Above: The shirtless MacMillan warrior charges at English soldiers with a war face on, preparing to send this Englishmen's tiny little head into orbit and out of Scotland.


 Most Poetic Clan Nominee: MacDonald of Glencoe 
 N33 - MacDonald of Glencoe
 Above: This handsome yet philosophical, sophisticated, and poetic MacDonald man slumps near a large rock engraved in Scots Gaelic, thinking about what the world seems like, and how it never ends.

 Most Warlike Clan Nominee: MacLachlan 
 N48 - MacLachlan
 Above: This member of an originally Irish clan descended from Niall of the Nine Hostages, but yet extremely in Scottish garb, this MacLachlan warrior wants to fight the English and nothing else.

 Most Handsome Clan Nominee: MacKinnon 
 N47 - MacKinnon
 Above: Yet another Scottish warrior descended from Irish settlers, this MacKinnon, most likely from the Hebrides Islands, seems to look on in the valley, gazing at the sunset.

 Most Womanizing Clan Nominee: Forbes
 N17 - Forbes
 Above: This Lowland Scottish but Highland-looking warrior thinks of the English as his ancestors but yet now his enemies, as women sigh and look on as he walks through the town.

 Most Fierce: Tie (MacKenzie and MacFarlane)
N46 - MacKenzie
Above: A Mackenzie warrior scrambles for his weapons as an English skull flies by, hoping to attack.
N38 - MacFarlan
 Above: An experienced, wise, yet extremely fierce MacFarlane warrior waits to raid an English settlement.