Rorschach's Journal: August 14th, 1979

"Seems I have at least one ally here in the lair of the weak. Pursued by a group of police officers this evening. A cab driver stopped and offered me a ride... seems he recognized my face.

Told me I was his hero, told me he was compelled to war against the simmers and the politicians and the false prophets as well. Asked me how I always managed to escape my pursuers... how I always managed to return to the streets.

Told him that remaining on the streets is easy. Told him that the police do not find me because they do not want to find me. Police protect the public from people the public can never hope to understand... I protect the police from the people the police can never hope to understand. We have neither love not respect for each other... but we each understand the other's function.

One day, all will change. Police will become so desperate that they'll finally lock me away in one of their cages. The they'll look down from their watchtowers in horror as they realize my incarceration has not even pulled them up a single rung much less raised them out of the pit.

I've been faithful to my journal... my voucher when that day comes, I'll be ready."