The above image is my work, created with art provided by the Open Clipart library from the Ubuntu Universe/Graphics repository. Transcription: "OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN HALLOWED BE THY NAME THY KINGDOM COME THY WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN AND BY THE WAY WOULD YOU MIND DOING SOMETHING ABOUT THIS BIRD IT IS CIRCLING ABOVE ME IN A MOST UNSETTLING MANNER THANKS DAD LOVE YOU!" But this entry is really a remonstrance I should have delivered to the city of Potlatch a very long time ago. Sorry I'm late. Excerpted from my memoir: I graduated PHS as Valedictorian, classis 2006; recalling my hatred of a people who ostracised me, I skipped the ceremony. They weren't missing much, because I had been instructed to prepare a state-approved recommencement address. Regarding that address: when I was informed of my valedictory nomination, I was asked to prepare a short speech; except, in approximately the words of Gordon Steinbis (principal), "we'll terminate your microphone feed if you say anything bad about Potlatch High School [...] and don't mention assisted suicide." Well, after that, there isn't much to say; why speak? So were my thoughts at the time and they still are. Had I been permitted to speak freely, I would have run along these lines: "We are predestined; I to failure. You have abused me my whole life and simultaneously demanded I seek joy in living where none was to be found. I have advocated since my youth for the humane practice of assisted suicide, and you have not listened because you are deluded. I cannot say that I plan to kill myself, because citizens of the United States of America who speak freely in that regard are imprisoned without trial. Goodbye." Naturally, I'm writing this at age 29 -- ten years ago, I wouldn't have been so parsimonious of phrase -- but my thoughts (when I am permitted to think by those who wield the weapon) are certainly of the same nature as they were, only more so.