Rorschach's Journal. July 4, 1985.
Woken early by the sound of children screaming. Went out into hall to investigate and found large rat terrorizing landlady's youngest daughter in bathroom. Disposed of rat quickly and efficiently. Landlady complained and niggled for rent. If the rat had bitten her child, I wonder if she would have cared.
Couldn't go back to sleep, so got dressed and went out on usual business. Today is Independence Day. Perhaps our founding fathers turn in their graves on this day, because nation has devolved into cesspool of degradation and filth… if only we could independence ourselves from this new tyranny, the rule of flesh and lust and violence. I fight on to cleanse this city, though it seems a futile and desperate measure. It is I who am free and the rest of them who are enslaved… for I have freed myself from illusion, and I have discarded the petty chains of humanity and all its greed and sensual appetites.
I watched the flow of human traffic as it passed me by, and I remained unmoved, a rough stone in the middle of the polluted stream. The fish are soon to go belly up, and all will drown as the water turns to bloody poison. They will have done it themselves.
Red, white and blue is everywhere. Gaudy colors. Much prefer black and white, for those two colors alone define the struggle between good and evil, and the fact that never can there be compromise between both sides.
Went back to apartment and took brief nap. Opened up a can of spinach and had supper. There is mold growing on my largest bowl. Must remember to scrub later.
Now it is late, and I hear fireworks. They will serve as shields tonight, their booming echoes drowning out the screams of the helpless and the vile laughter of the wicked. They will be distractions, bright displays to draw humanity's attention to vainglory, while the weak and unfortunate bleed to death.
I am not so easily distracted, however.