Have you ever believed in something so completely that you were willing to give up everything and everyone in your life to protect it? Some people might suggest that I haven’t lived long enough to fully understand the consequences of a decision like that. I disagree. I believe completely that the last three years of my life contain more than most people have experienced in an entire lifetime, and by the end of my story I believe you’ll agree.
My name used to be Susan Winthrop. That name really meant something to me for a large part of my life. My identity. It was the way most of the world viewed me, and how I imagined myself according to what others insisted was appropriate. Honestly, I never really thought much about it. Most of the time, I wasn’t aware that I had any say at all in who I was or how others viewed me. I never felt like I had any control in my life. My name was the only connection I had left to my parents after they passed away. Losing them began a series of events and decisions that I had no say in. I was just along for the ride. Being so young when you lose both parents has few advantages; not remembering much of them is one. At least I don’t really know what I’m missing.
What cut that silver cord that binds me to my bloodline? It’s complicated.
Now, I go by the very simple name of Wednesday. I’m not the first Wednesday either. There have been many, and God willing, there will be many more. If I have anything to say about it, there will be an endless river of women who walk a similar path to mine.
Many times I’ve carefully considered all the events that turned my world completely upside down and brought me to this moment. Then, my mind turns toward where I am now and what I have to face; imagining all the possible outcomes, rehearsing my part over and over again, making lists, writing the steps down again and again, double and triple checking everything. The comfort I draw from preparation is fleeting as the day finally is upon me.
Everything I love is being scrutinized and threatened in the most public of forums, the United States Congress. The pit of sin and perversion that stretches across the entire globe disguised as a democracy. It’s no wonder the challenge originated here. The focus required to build an empire that spans the globe is significant, but also extremely susceptible to corruption and moral compromise. Bring power to a few, and the masses suffer. Even this great nation’s forefathers knew that, but most have all but forgotten the one piece of paper that made it all possible, the United States Constitution. The very people I face today as judge and jury all swore oaths to uphold that sacred document, but I get the distinct feeling it’s words are the last things on their minds right now. Instead, an opportunity has been presented to enrich and empower themselves at the cost of the truth and their sworn oaths. I suspect it’s part of the danger of habitually seeking your own wealth from the pockets of others. Public office wouldn’t exist if not for the slave labor skillfully labeled as citizens.
No one is ever interested in anything about you until you find success in some form. Then, everyone wants their piece, all while pretending they have a right to their share of your hard work. The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining. Yet, even this is temporary. I will endure. The Program will continue. The Bond must remain.
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