Journal:

They don't understand. Almost none of them do. I mean only the best for everyone, hope only for peace, justice, and happiness. Iron must be met with iron, fire with fire, the winter of greed with the ice of an arbiter who remains staunchly immune to the twisted, tangled and thorn-filled crush of brambles that is the maze of poisonous, modern politics.

I may fail...that is, in fact, highly likely, yet I am not the first to envision a better tomorrow...nor will I be the last.