Leader

I know you are gathered here to hear great stories from me. I tell you tragic stories about my sufferings and that inspire you. I’m asking why you are so much interested in my past. The same old story you want to hear from me again and again. Again and again you want to know why I abandoned my own family. I just hated to be owned. I think I was suffering from freedom disorder. On freedom I don’t compromise. If I see someone blindly follows me, I disown that follower. Don’t call me your leader. Don’t give me titles. Don’t shut my mouth. I’m spontaneous I don’t care what I said yesterday. I don’t care you will vote for me or not. If I can hold it I will if not I’ll just spit it.

In the past I would come in front of people and talk directly to them from the stage. I would talk for hours and hours. Did you know I was heavily drunk? I’m a very shy person, did you know that? To face audience I had to drink. But the trend has changed. I have gone far far away. But we are still connected. Distance is not important. Nearness is not required. I know you can still virtually hear me. We live in a virtual world. Physical existence is not in fashion any more.

I wake up at 2 a.m. in the morning. Of course I sleep. I sleep for two hours. Sometimes I sleep for hours and hours and sometimes for days and days. And sometimes I’m awake for weeks and weeks. Whether awake, asleep or dead; my tweets are posted on regular basis. Don’t ask who does it – machine, humans or something else. When physical existence is not of primary importance then being alive or dead is also not important. If Philae Lander can tweet from comet #67, so can I. I tweet from the other end of the universe and that I’m presenting the entire universe. I’m not asking if you believe it or not but my tweets are liked and retweeted that I know.

In the upcoming election, my slogan is how to make our country great again. Remind me before I forget to tell you the story when I played dead. To escape from something you are phobic it is better to embrace it. I can’t hold it let me tell you that story first when I played dead. When I was in 20’s I was in search of reality. Of course that story is no way related with the present election campaign but as it is on my chest I can’t hold it I have to tell it. So when I was in 20’s I was in search of reality. One day at noon, in a summer, back in my hometown I saw fast moving line which apparently looked extremely tangled but they were nonoverlapping. This was when I lived in my parents’ house before I abandoned my family. Those were the lines of realities. I was very proud I knew something others didn’t know. But then an angel appeared. He was laughing at me. I was told that I was not the only one who knew about the ultimate reality but before death everyone knows that. However, they have no time to spread the word. Indirectly I was told that I was dying any moment. I was then told if I wished I could live. The angel then disappeared. I was not willing to die but I also noticed that the life after that incident was so tasteless. I found no pleasure in anything. Half an hour later I visited by a close friend. I wanted to tell him what reality is but I had no courage. I felt numbness all over in my body. I collapsed on the ground. The angel appeared again. He said that the offer was still valid that I could live and tell my friend what I knew. I declined the offer and decided to die. I closed my eyes and remained still. I felt as if my soul was departing from my body. I was so relieved. Those were the joyous moments I ever experienced. I embraced what I feared.

Death comes for once and I had tasted it. I don’t care you will vote for me or not I’ll keep telling the bitter truth. I know how to make our country great again.