C'EST LA GUERRE (71)

— Bad news! Damn ...! Turns out that I have had to put the General K.G. under an strict surveillance 24 hours a day secretly, unknowingly him by the moment. Already from some weeks ago because I was informed confidentially by a confidential report (while I was reading almost with pleasure, the order of the day) about certain conspiracy activities of the general and his personal surroundings. The report bitter the situation and my existence, with new complications ...with a new moral pain, rather. According to the secret report,  the General K.G., Minister of Religions in this World is conspiring against me, his immediate hierarchical superior, his beloved and infallible president of the military government,.. the matter is very serious, whichever way you look at it .... From the first moment, he was considered particularly suitable for this difficult ministry for religions and their fiddles... which requires great tact. He knew how to be imposed with great effectiveness, in those very dangerous nests of spoiled, capricious vipers, (Nean-Cro) which is the high clergy of all religions in this and any other world. We should never spoiling a Nean-Cro: It is too contradictory, absurd.  And now happens him this issue... Maybe the success of his political management has blinded him...  we know that he is very hated by all the clergy of all faiths of all gods, he is very unpopular among them, and by my absolute trust in him and his management, too. Almost I refuse to believe it... I'll break both knees to this guy, and both elbows, I'll leave him made ​​a vegetable for the rest of his days ... assuming that If necessary, I shall not shoot him using the infantry, but by an artillery concentration, It will not stay theirs more than some small unidentifiable bits.... But I must calm down, .. I am so sensible..¡ quiet, a bit of coolness and courage .. I must not rush things before they appear irrefutable evidences, in one sense or another,.. care¡ .. The absolute surveillance which I have decreed on his person, sooner or later, will pay off. Then it will be time to act.

If he turns convicted, I shall want forgiving him, because I prefer it so much, despite that we are in power, in wartime,.. He is too valuable for being executed routinely.. although if it is a very hygienic routine...yes, it is a very hygienic routine own of the power at war... But I love people more than the power, so, who could say that I'm wrong? But in power, a mistake is never unintentional, everything is consciousness; the conspiracy, fraud or not presenting the first amendment to the "law of fiscal precipice", It can never be involuntary...

I put to do deep breathing to relax me, in order to be quiet and able to govern and to continue reading again the important order of the day of our superiority. I get up from my desk and with my back on the floor (disinfected twice a day) I do quick raising of my desk chair, quite heavy, to focus my attention on another more quiet things. Visibly gasping, I return to the reading of the document about Neannie and its general frame in space-time. So, shortly after I restarted reading, I think:

— I cannot let of remember on reading this, the non-existent conversation that took place on the beach between Neannie and us the day that we found him. Not a single word (obviously Neannie can´t be subjected to any journalistic interview: don't know, don't answer,) but everything remained perfectly clear and also his essential and inhumane disrespect for the other people: everything was strangely a territorial issue to him, on that beach. The non existent conversation, with its non existent translation and interpretation (a kind of esotericism) would lead us to see a sense strictly territorial of Neannie like in every attitude of hunting, of power, both in explicitly as implied; his conception of space, is territorial, like the hunter´s, and also the posterior (and current, of course) Nean-Cro, which has sometimes managed to convert the territory into a jurisdiction. In the beach, which so good memories brings to me (for other reasons), Neannie´s attitude, delimits and defines always (and always very clearly) what he wanted, and what others were obliged to do under his desire: the lipstick of Jennifer, an ice-cream or be introduced before the superiority, (where he would have done the same that on the beach)  in addition to all kinds of violence (always aborted),.. everything is purely territorial for him. If that meeting were properly translated or interpreted, we would see that it´s a very peculiar way of being the absolute owner of everything and everybody. To demand to others, and refraining at the same time of , has something of territorial, too. It is like getting away as quickly as possible. The consciousness of to be hunter also includes a strong feeling of also being a prey.