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I think it was Karl Rove. But it might've been a composite of Rove and Rummy and Fudd and *. At any rate it was someone of that heinous a countenance and I was in a room with him. I'm really leaning toward it having been Rove, even if only at the moment when I was realizing I was talking to him, the freeze frame from when the province of the one mind gave a glimpse. Anyway, it's maybe even more meaningful that it was Rove, because, as I'm pretty sure I mentioned, I'd dreamed of throwing him out a window into a ravine and then getting him arrested by stormtroopers another time, before I'd ever even heard of him. He'd been smaller and coated in a really oily wax back then, and not in this one, but, well, I'm only certain that it was someone I revile as thoroughly and groundfully as Karl Rove.

I'd finally gotten face-to-face with him, and I was goddam in the middle of turning him into a true human! I had no malice. I was full of warmth, if anything. Very optimistic... actually, that's mischaracterizing it: I was certain. No optimism about it at all.

I know I was speaking but all I can say about the content is that it was pertinent to awakening him.

You might be able to imagine how I feel about this. Or maybe not. There can be no cogent argument about him, or any of these guys, deserving it, but, pant, pant, that's moot. It would do the most good. It would be the correct choice over killing him... if it were feasible at all... and, well, wouldn't I need a heck of a lot more guidance to be able to carry that out?