Crazy Politics

I feel more supported every day. Joe from ESG was at the door when I entered the Republican Party after Mitch Daniels was elected again. Because Mitch was crying when he shook my hand, and he kept the speech short, Joe thought that I knew him before that day. Mistake. Because it is intermingled with Mitch's "faith" it always comes across as sexuality. The man at my side had met me 15 minutes before. I just put my hair in an updo and put on a little black dress when he invited me from the steps of The Marion County Republican Headquarters. The man introduced me to John, my representative, who I had contacted (talked to his secretary) before that day. He told me that he had "dated" a girl from Hamline University and he had gone to a party at Theta Ki Fraternity. He then ran into me about a week later at The Elbow Room Bar before a Shriner's meeting at The Scottish Rite (an alternative meeting place). Indiana just looks one way, but it was not lush and plush. The power I brokered was for white males in community to keep the keys. The balance was tipping and Sheriff Frank Anderson (african american KKK) almost became the head of MASON nation. I just happened to find their meeting hall, a dragon's lair, when I was walking home with a concussion one night. I guess I did a good job, but now I think that Joe understands every second in view and what I kept behind the scenes. Torture infinity is all of it in some way, I just keep walking as they keep stalking.