Tony Lemminger

Hartford Union High School

Class of 2009

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Tony Lemminger - Class of 2009 - Hartford Union High School

First Name	Tony
Last Name	Lemminger
Graduation Year	Class of 2009
Gender	Male
Hometown	Hartford, Wisconsin
Relationship Status	Engaged
About Me	Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. I am Tony Lemminger, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well Could I have made mistakes? One does not build cities if one is guided by doubt. But can one govern in absolute certainty? I know that my beliefs have elevated me, just as I know that the things I have rejected would have destroyed me. But the city... it is collapsing before my... have I become so convinced by my own beliefs that I have stopped seeing the truth? Perhaps. But it is out there, and it aims to destroy me, and destroy my city. To question is to surrender. I will not question How can I help you if you wont come to me? I will show you what it's like to be different. Altruism is the root of all Wickedness. We all make choices in life, but in the end our choices make us. I want to take the ears off, but I can't. I hop, and when I hop, I never get off the ground. It's my curse, my eternal curse. I want to take the ears off, but I can't! It's my curse, it's my fucking curse! I want to take the ears off! Please! Take them off! Pleeeeeeease You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. And then this place. Was their really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated ...(read more)