Why do they all seem to think, they can insult me, with total impunity? Well, perhaps what I am about to do, will make them see, that they can't. I'm not powerless to retaliate. The only reason I have not so far, is that I may not be able to stop.                                                                                                                                                                             They will never let me be, all that I should be, all that I'm entitled to be. They'll all be there, ready to pounce in a dozen courts, with a dozen trumped up suits. That will not happen. I will not happen, no matter what I have to do to avert it.                                                                                                                                                                                         I've done everything: thought, planned, schemed, striven mightily. I've made incredible concessions. But once I cross this, undistinguished river, I cross from servant of my country, to agggressor against her.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   To fame, or infamy. Glory, or notoriety. To Rome ! Let the DIce Fly.