In understanding of my political goals, it is easier to understand an assassin and his political goals. In trying to understand my own I feel not of the assassin-like nature of politics, but of the ideas. But this leads to interesting philosophies and psychologies on politics and politicians and even political systems. If one looks at the clouds in an awkward manner he sees angels flying high, straddled with sidearms and machine guns, coked up and being fed to an unforgiving God. They fly around trying to tear at each other's wings. They scream unabashedly evil, conniving obscenities towards their fellow angels-on-high. Their muscular bodies bruise easily and you can see each hole where a fiery bullet has entered or exited (depending on which heaven they were facing at the time). You know in their minds they know not what they do. They realize their cannibalistic nature as fierce and savage, yet most cannibals were noticeably civilized in their sense of civilization. They never felt warmth, nor freezing temperatures, nor sickness of catastrophic proportions. Thus making a civilization unlike those of Americans who traverse unfavorable topography from the farthest reaches of its own land. So, these angels go on in a strange way. They will survive on the failure of others to fly nearer the sun and expand their wings completely blocking out all solar radiation to this lovely planet, which they have destroyed and protected at the same time for thousands of years. But what of the deadly angels who have taken the form of the assassin at a time like this? The ones that sit idly by and wait for their opportunity to vanquish no special foe, but annihilate an entire group of angels flying in circular patterns just so they can quench their own bloodthirsty vengeance upon someone or something affecting their young budding brains when they first bore the burden of ranking as angel in the eyes of God.