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Scesis Onomaton

On receiving Nadia Comaneci following her perfect 10 performance in Montreal, her president, Nicolae Ceausescu reportedly admonished her that she could do better. I like knowing that I have a similarly out-of-touch tyrant within who never sees results, who seizes any opportunity to pontificate, a carefree Caesar on the 14th of March.

On picking up the phone this morning, a pollster opened up with an apology for taking my time, and a question before I could accept it and decline. “Which of the two following do you see as the greatest threat to the American Family: Protecting the lives of innocent, unborn children, or preserving the sanctity of marriage as a union between a man and a woman?” I asked if there were any other choices, and he said, ‘No.’ I like knowing that I have a similarly oblivious nut job within, in whose face I can flaunt my transgressions, lure with narcotics, entice into lurid compromises with his own flock to see if his subsequent apologies are equally insincere.

On opening my luggage, I found the draft of a letter, a reminder, read like memoranda rights, and filtered later for its imperfections. I like knowing that that there is someone out there who would follow, who would fall, who would forgive.