How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus

Of Whom Better Than I?

I have decided to speak momentarily on something that has bothered me while here. I have decided upon further thought on adding my own critique on this blasted government. I in no way believe that it should change at the moment as it would only allow for another who was even less intelligent than the last to usurp authority and become a ruler with the brain the size of a rodents. I would not at all be surprised by this as both parliament and our monarchy seem to be unable to understand the simplest things when it comes to business. In speaking on such things it is important to note that I, yours truly, his most beautiful dignitary is often questioned on what would make such a land even better then it is now. I hope in the future that these ingrates will recognize my importance and grant this beautiful soul the ability to rule over such a dreadful nation. It would be a handsome image would it not be? 

Imagine this illustration as I write this image into your unintelligent minds. As your majesty came in with golden scepter grand, rubies and diamonds and the like on his person. As he strolled with a magnificent air about him. As those underneath bent their backs and souls to the ground to that of greater importance than any they have known or shall know at any point in time. From the confines of the building's underneath they will go as I stand in golden palaces and shimmering glass with diamond studded windows painted with the colors of royalty. These are his surroundings as he barely glances at the dirt and rough drawn architectures beneath. He like a god strolls leisurely along paths of beauty recognized as his home.

 It is only upon certain times of eating and other things of that nature that those insects may come up to that of royalty to adhere to his very whim and shower him with respect and praise for such greatness. And those who once ruled, who once believed themselves to be anything of importance would find themselves amongst the very rocks they once deemed unworthy to their person. In other words exactly where they belong and better still if they were a companion of the dirt. Not death I might add as I do not desire such a thing to any human being but for these associates of filth to know that their place is far beneath my own.

IS NOT THIS VISION BEAUTIFUL?

I suspect many if not some would agree although there might be a few, dear reader that this may all in all upset you thoroughly. Similar to that of finding a sickness that may require your life at some point in time. A fact that is most difficult to swallow. I assure you that even though you may disagree. It is to my knowledge and your detriment with most accuracy true, that I have become something very beyond any single thing that you could think of. In actuality, it would be my birth that may frustrate you as even upon coming into this world my greatness was a necessity and something the very stars called upon.

But enough of all this. Shall we move on...