The Dark Horse

I dreamed the actor was running for president with the perfect blend of quick fixes for postmodern whines and a whole lot of crash training in hard core anarchist activism. The candidate for the millennium. And for this lovely revolver, the Collective Teletype. Mao was wrong: only the grossest and most temporary sort of power comes out of the barrel of a gun. Gad has given us an information machine gun and we are playing with it like a child fooling with an atom bomb and meanwhile the bastards are getting rich on bad investments that they stick us with in the end - what the hell do you think a recession is - when we could be pointing it directly at their skulls. It was the French Revolution, man, take away the guns and put in the actor. He had the balls. Of course, he had to go underground to avoid spook snipers: but no true American would snuff a guy preaching liberty, equality, and family values. Only the "some animals are more equal than others" swine bastards who are running all the twisty trade in this seedy global village.

The actor didn't believe what the bastards told him. He got whipped into shape in no time, got macrobiotic, antioxidized, meditated, the whole nine yards, with a specialist to feed him a credible line of conspiracy teasers to justify his daring incognito night run across America, hitting and running all the major attractions and vital burgs. Total independent grass roots, wrest the hammer of the media away from the fat cats and smash the bastard wide open sort of thing. Making all the evil insects scurry out into the sun. By the time they realized what he was doing the whole thing in was in the hands of ordinary people, leaving them to damn well figure it out for themselves.

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You can't expect to fix the fucking world and then hand it to the yokels. All you can do for anyone is convince them that it's been in their hands all along. When people understand this one simple fact:

that if you've got a crack house on your block or the local library smells like piss or if your income taxes are outrageous, and you think somehow by going down to the court house once every four years you can get some asshole lawyer in Washington to fix it by remote control, then you've gotta be outta your head -

THEN they'll wake up and finally realize: shred the expensive and inneffectual power of the spectral Federation, empower the community, and wake up to the core and implacable fact that the majority of progress life has made in this world has been done with cooperation, not competition. Our very cells are written with the evidence on a microscopic scale...

Anyway, it was just a dream.

klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.