Market square heroes.

“And you sit there and talk revolutions
But can you tell me who’s in command?
When you tell me the forces we’re fighting
Then I’ll join you and gladly make plans.”

I’m not much of a radical but I am willing to be the frothing battle priest for a cause.
I already know the enemy, it stares me in the mirror daily. I just need an alternative for it. A solution. I will accomplish nothing by changing the world. I need to change man. The problem is, I don’t know how. Until then I need to bide my time, watch, listen and learn. Most of all learn. For this is a battle fought with knowledge and wisdom. This is the cold war for the soul of mankind. No, for the soul of a man. In singular. If I gain the knowledge to change myself… To redeem one soul. Then I may be able to attempt it en masse. From singular to plural. From a speck of dust, smaller than a grain of sand, to a sandstorm.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?

Matters concerning the late Clothing

This kid comes walking past me, wearing a Rush t-shirt from the Fly by night tour. I take a quick glance at the smarmy little pecker and I say unto him: “Why, my good sir! That is a damn fancy t-shirt you are sporting! You are a fancy man!” The kid looks at me and says all shy and muffled, “Yeah, it was a good gig, man.” I blink. I blink again.

“Dude… you’re twelve.”

“Yeah… What’s that got to do with anything?”

“That tour predated you by a long shot.”

“You weren’t there, you wouldn’t know. Les’s bass solo was so insanely over the top during that one gig that it created some kind of freakish time warp and shit like that.”
I blink again.

Needless to say that the little pecker got a piercing to his solar plexus that day.

A voice in the crowd.

Terrorism. Bomb. Martyr. Suicide bomb. 9/11. Allah. Jihad. Fatwa. Bombos. America. Holy war. Tits. BOOM! Osama. Bush. Axis of evil. Terrorism. Freedom fighters. Bombing runs. Freedom fries. I swear to god they sold exported “freedom beer” in my local booze market. Bombs galore. Bombs, bombs, bombs and more bombs. How to make bombs. Etc.

Now that I have your attention… Terrorists are idiots. The only thing they actually do accomplish is pissing off governments and their agencies. The point of terrorism is to create fear to make governments bow down to the demands of said terrorists.

But then again… the secondary aim of terrorists is to make the population of the targeted country or ethnicity or whatever suffer as they think they are suffering. And as such limiting their personal rights is one way to achieve said goal. From here we can deduce that pissing off governments works on some level as that forces them to slap on all of this anti-terrorism actions that effectively limit it’s peoples rights.

But that’s just side tracking from my original point. And that point is “Effective Terrorisming 101”. What makes the upperclasses (ie. ruling class) scared shitless? Losing money. What is the most effective way of stealing/destroying money? Destroying infrastructure? Nope. Killing your dudes? Nope. Killing your civilians? A big whooping nope. Telecommunications dickery? Fuck yes.

The reason terrorism never works is ‘cus it haven’t worked so far. And it hasn’t worked so far as the current breed of terrorists are idiots. Complete and utter idiots. The moment they start bombing shit and killing civilians makes their whole point of fighting, no matter how noble or just, null and void. You will only turn everyone against you, even those who you’re fighting for. But if you can get governments scared shitless behind closed doors… There’s no telling what kind of back alley deals you can make.

Terrorist checklist should look like this, then:
Step one. Go for the money and STRAIGHT for the money.
Step two. Do it discreetly. There’s not a single government who’s ready to humiliate themselves willingly.
Step three. Back alley dealings for greater profit.

So get your hacker diplomas ready, people. You’re the freedom fighters of tomorrow!