Rules for the Revolution

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Do I have to come back to America and slap you all upside the head? Even the Weather Underground wouldn't have fucked up as much as you have.

All right—here are the rules for the revolution:
  • DO NOT bring the children. For Christ's sake leave them with the sitter. Children who are too young to understand the cause shouldn't be put in jeopardy for the cause. 
  • DO NOT make life harder for the elderly and infirm. 
  • Appoint leaders. Yes, you're going to have to do this. You can throw them to the wolves later.
  • Hide the money! Your leaders can do this for you. 
  • DO NOT let in spongers.
  • Cut out the luxuries! NO MORE organic chicken dinners and sheep's-milk-cheese salads!
  • DO NOT disrespect your food crew! 
  • DO respect your environment—which includes its permanent residents.
  • Rally to a SPECIFIC CAUSE. This is a strength, not a weakness.
  • ARTICULATE THE FUCKING MISSION!!! Failure to do this is what undid the Weather Underground.
  • If you're going to long-term live/demonstrate in the street the cops and the conservatives aren't your worst enemy—it's the street itself. 
  • Put down that fucking laptop and stop blogging. THIS ISN'T SPAIN AND YOU'RE NO GEORGE ORWELL. Orwell was up in the hills with a rifle. After the war, then he wrote.
  • STOP PLAYING TO THE CAMERAS!
  • Update: And for Christ's sake--literally--DON'T STEAL FROM OR VANDALIZE CHURCHES!
My husband marched in Selma specifically to protect black voters and defend the Voting Rights Act of 1965. My aunt in Manila was part of a human cordon of nuns who protected ballot boxes from being stolen and destroyed by Marcos's thugs. I'm part Catalonian and for all I know I had cousins up there in the hills with Orwell.

Now, behave yourselves or I'll strap you all to a chair and fucking make you watch Running on Empty till you puke.

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