Of course, if President Obama takes the radical actions necessary to spare this country from revolution — such as issuing an Executive Order or Signing Statement abrogating AGI’s contractual agreements with its criminal employees, in the name of National Security and Domestic Tranquillity, of course — then revolution will not occur. Franklin Roosevelt took such steps in the 1930s, and thus prevented revolution in his time.
Barring this, here’s a likely scenario, involving white middle-class businesspeople.
John Q. Taxpayer — that’s his self-description, and not what I call citizens — finds himself unemployed and unable to find re-employment.
He exhausts his meagre unemployment “benefits,” and, unable to pay his many overdue bills, finds his home under foreclosure. His home is also home to his wife and children, and none of them have any place to go. The grandparents all live in those “retirement” places to which Americans consign the elderly, paid for by Social Security [sic] and not an option for John Q. and the Taxpayer family.
The Taxpayers, in fact, have now become, in the words of American business, the Losers.
Desperate and without help, the Loser family stays in their home, hoping for a miracle. Instead of this miracle, they find deputy sheriffs on their doorstep, come to evict them and seize their belongings for auction to recompense the mortgage company, that is, the Winner “family of businesses.”
Then, Catch-22 rears its absurd and gruesome head: John Q. is a Real American who has voted Republican since Reagan at least, and maybe since Richard Nixon. Maybe since 1960. His bona fides as a Real American includes an assortment of guns. Seeing armed men in forbidding sunglasses that prohibit any human eye contact, John Q. panics and, armed with, say, his Glock 9 or a 12-gauge shotgun, or his AK-47 hobbyist knockoff, he blows away the lead Deputy Dawg.
Deputy Dawg’s pack lays seige to John Q.’s house and calls for reinforcements.
But the Pack has misjudged the situation. John Q. has neighbors. His neighbors dont know him, actually, but they know they’re unemployed and facing eviction themselves, with consequent homelessness and even foodlessness
The neighbors are also Real Americans, that is, armed and desperate people; in some cases, heavily armed.
So the Pack, for the first time, finds itself caught in a crossfire, and the forces [n.b.] of Law [sic] and Order [sic] have a bad day at black rock. A totally bad day, as the young would say.
This incident alone would be only, as corporate television likes to say, “a random act of senseless violence” perpetrated by “disgruntled individuals.” You know, “loners” who didn’t “talk much” and didn’t have many “friends.”
But multiplication transforms loners into an army and senseless violence into armed insurrection; in other words, revolution.
Sooner or later, after all, John Q. Loser and the Neighbors will seize — that is, liberate and restore to their rightful owners, We the People — television and radio stations of their own, and begin broadcasting stuff you’ve never heard on the airwaves before. At that point, when the meaning of words changes, revolution will have truly begun in the United States of America — originally, the home of the Revolution to End All Revolution.
All things must pass.