Or their spouses and children.Arranging wars to remove the best of the opposition and doing it under the title of "Duty to God and Country."No Sir..."...he people must not be able to defend themselves against their duly elected officials." Once the ability for self preservation is no longer possible, the ability to assemble, to speak freely, to complain will fall as surely as it fell in Hitlers Germany. There are always enough frustrated high school bullies and neighborhood gossips to intimidate. ”“Zupena,” I softly said as I turned down the volume on the radio. When she lolled her head to the left against the head rest of the passenger seat, I added, “We don’t have to do anything at your house, 3-Z. Just being, ah ... getting to know you better has been a lot of fun.”With her head against that head rest, Zupena just stared at me for a few moments as I turned left onto the Denfield Sideroad, and sped back up to Sammy Hagar speed.“I never want to be with boy like this before ... but. Yes, dear sister, I love her. No one else ever cared enough for me to dig me out of my shyness and self loathing. I know you tried Mom, but it took Marisol and her brilliance and understanding and her swift kicks in the head to let me see my beauty. Yeah I know you're the beauty in the family. But to tell you the truth, even though I'd look at you and look at me in the mirror and see the glasses and the chubbiness and the freckles and wonder where Mom and Dad bought me, I am just as beautiful. A hollow, shelled husk of what I’d refer to as an airport. Maybe my friends still exist in some way. Maybe they exist beyond the weakening memories. Do they remember me? Am I just a weak, rough memory for their minds to ponder over, as well? Am I just a wilted, discarded husk in a long since abandoned airport? Sometimes I worry that I’ll never fly again. Sometimes I worry that the clouds will always waltz so high above me, their only contact being the occasional tears of pity they cry down on.