I live in fear. Daily.

I saw the local superintendent of schools last night. I looked at him closely, from a safe distance, but I couldn't see any burn marks or any kind of sign that lightning had struck him. His cancer is in remission, too. Why is that? Why doesn't lightning strike him down? It would prove that God is paying attention! Why doesn't it happen?

Why doesn't it?

That this man is walking around unharmed and otherwise untouched by some kind of sign from above that marks him as evil, makes me doubt.

And what is it that I doubt, because of this man?

I doubt the existence of any kind of proof that good will overcome evil. Because of this man, I doubt the word of people I really ought to trust, but I don't, and I don't, because of this man. Because of this man, I break out in cold sweats of horror and fear. When I think of evil incarnate, I think of this man.

His body is a facade, a fake. Inside his fakeness are the burning pits of Hell. Burning pits of Hell, held together by flesh that isn't really flesh, and a smile that freezes people cold. Burning pits that freeze. A mass of contradictions and lies, fronted by that smile and that soft gentle voice that still fools a lot of people. A silver-haired lord of the flies.

He is in charge of all the children in this community. There are those who believe him to be the salvation of the masses. I used to be the president of his fan club.

Now I know him for what he truly is, and I fear for this school system and for the children his existence touches.

And I don't dare speak out. Others have tried, and I'd tell you what happened to them after they were fired but I honestly don't know. None of them live here any more.

I don't either, not really. I mean, I live here, but I don't call this living. Not any more.

He hits you where it really hurts, and he hits you in such a way that you don't dare hit back.

I said 'dare' and I meant 'dare.' There are others besides me who live in fear of this man and his minions.

I think he is Satan's mentor.