New world order

One senses wilderment in certain quarters. And earplugs in others.

The combined effect has one imagining the book keeper look up from tables to wonder aloud in an empty room "where have all the jews gone?"

To the ovens book-keeper. The chambers you sent them to.

I, feel like a jew? Hardly surprising.

While my predecessors might not have believed in father christmas, it appears my crime is not believing in democracy. Or any form of rule for that matter. There is no-thing that can protect any rule from betrayal and hypnotism, other then a certain stoic adherence to compassion.

The only way to order the world is through ones heart.