How Donald Rumsfeld came to my rescue

Early this year, yours truly had a altercation with the Secret Police, ahem, I mean Service. Really it was a massive misunderstanding. Their intent was to have a pleasant 3 month conversation with me, and because we really didn't have much to say, we ended up speaking mostly through a wool sac, in between electroshock therapy. Then last week, Donald Rumsfeld came and had a heart 2 heart with me, and changed my life, by transfering me back to the prison facility at my old apartment.

Still on the road to recovery, Mr. X presents another writer's story of the NeoJesus