A letter to mussolini from an teen admirer of his. The Estimable Mr. Benito Mussolini To what do I owe the honour of being posed this question by Your Excellency himself? Indeed, such leaders as you have more pressing matters to attend to than inconsequential questions from such plebes as me. Deviating thus from the ostensible votaristic reaction that seemed to sully my first sentence, I must proceed to answer your question in good faith. With a soul that quakes with fear at the very thought of disobliging you, I must command all the courage at my disposal to reveal to you that, while it is not for me to answer on behalf of my fellow plebes, I do most certainly not admire either you or the Fuhrer. Times, as you can unquestionably behold in person, have changed, and even by the generally racist paradigms of the early twentieth century, Hitler’s conduct had been morbidly beyond redemption. While the aversion towards you appears considerably benign in comparison, I derive...
A brown Boy writer who is trying to make a daring choice in life. An avid reader, Potter head. A cup of Coffee with Dostoevsky's novel to keep my misery intact.