I Wondered If I Had Offended Him.

Fear, The Strength Of Earth's Religions, Gripping Every Living Soul, Was A Monstrous Human Error For The Making Of Men Whole.

Tell That To The Btk Killer,” I Said. “he Was A Churchgoer, Raised Two Kids, Married, And Resisted The Urge To Kill For Decades. He Was A Person, But He Was A Monster, Too

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

All I Really Wanted To Do Was Cuddle Back Under The Blankets, Maybe With A Certain Stuffed Toy Penguin I Knew. Yeah, Hiding Sounded Good.

Why Is It That Most Things You Might Willingly Do Under Other Circumstances Become Distasteful When You Have No Choice?