The Eves of My Destruction

Should I bolt, skip bail and just run? I have no idea, probably because I am losing my ability to think rationally, but I’m not sure what else to do. When I make the mistake of watching TV talk shows, I hear myself described in ways that are shocking, and leave me gasping for air. Various pseudo experts casually blame me for aiding and abetting the Iranian nuclear program, ascribing to me powers and intent so divergent from my reality it makes we wonder if misperception is their only reality. And when they throw out words like treason and death penalty, I wonder how my wife and children can bare it. Sitting here doing nothing, waiting for the inevitable, seems pointless. I know they will catch me eventually—maybe even quickly—but if I had enough time, maybe, just maybe, I could fix it.