When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
They'll take all the good you've done, every last bit, and pile it high on one pan. Then they'll dig in the mud for one sin, just a teensie-weensie one till they find it, and put it in the other pan. The scales tilt with a clang, and you are damned forever.