Ha ha I saw you go into the voting booth, John Wilkes. The curtains closed for you this first snowy day and then there was silence. Ha ha, John, there is no applause for your democracy. No privacy is not something you can control — it picks the flavors for licking. The curtain opens on a mechanical arm sealing your own suggestions for fate on the patient roll of paper. Some paper was made to never be confetti, get it. Tomorrow, the newspapers — then essays, articles, archives, encyclopedias, and, at last a cute & tragic piece for high school theater. Ha ha, I see you up on stage, Johnny, you are such a drama queen, sexually ambiguous, bursting out of yourself, out of character, onto everyone in the audience dying for applause. You kill me.