downtown
the scheme is present and the locks of past memory have called me forward. there is love and awareness and the feeling of eternal bliss which accompanies such discoveries. there are men in this room who would murder my child for such a discovery. my child is safe and secure in his room, though he knows what awaits as he looks forth into my eyes and out into the world that surrounds us all. he is afraid and i will tend to him. i can control only so much and he knows that, so he stays close but knows that he must defend himself against this torrent of envy.
i am not the broken minister that the media has portrayed me as, they have lied often and well about my exploits at home, but i can tell you dear reader, without question, without doubt, that here now in this scary place we call country, i am surrounded by cowards concerned with fat and fear, and not with bravery and respect.
