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Ye spies, oh yeah we slow hands….

Killer for hire you know not yourself.” – Interpol.

It took me years of thinking to understand that lyric. How could a killer for hire not know himself? P-sha…

Many months and moons of contemplation to come to my realization this morning that I fully recognize I am a killer for hire.

This political adventure is becoming more and more fun every day. I have learned to endure the process… nay, take pleasure in it, because it is resulting in some incredible results.

I feel I am making progress.

I, like everyone else, operate on an agenda. My agenda should be obvious by now, but in case it isn’t, I’m running on the sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll and common sense ticket. A very popular ticket in popular society, but not terribly so in gubernatorial circles….high society.

When one achieves high society, one takes on superhuman powers, and one gives up entirely one’s human weaknesses (gluttony, lust, greed, wrath, envy, pride, and sloth).

Ya, right.

I had an interesting conversation yesterday… people believe in me, but they don’t believe I can stay me and suffer this process. I have to admit, I don’t wanna become “THAT” person either.

In all honesty, I have to accept that everyone around me does their best, and that if I feel my best is better than theirs I have a responsibility to best them.

If they learn or not, is not up to me, it’s up to them.

I choose to learn, about myself most of all, that I may always remain the killer for hire who knows her aim…. and chooses it wisely.

One week ladies and gentlemen!

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