The Greatest Day That Will Never Come

"'Cause my money's spent on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant"

-Public Enemy, 'By The Time I Get To Arizona'

Imagine the entire world cheering on a group of brave individuals. Every village and every outpost, every major city square and every meeting place in the countryside. Everywhere a website could be reached somehow through the engineered news blackout, there would be people eagerly awaiting news, all huddled and almost giddy with excitement over the exploits of those few brave souls. It would be like all the world's major sporting events rolled into one heart-stoppingly intense culmination of an entire species' aspirations to date.

It would be the Rocky movie to end all Rocky movies. Because it would be a nation of Rockies that would be standing up, with the entire world cheering from the sidelines and passing out the Gatorade as fast as they could serve it. If you ever wanted to see a positive path towards the human race getting behind a cause, this would be it. It would be beyond better than the movie Independence Day, because it truly would be a day of liberation and emancipation.

Which is why it will never happen. Therein lies the pisser.

I guaran-damn-tee that in the severely unlikely event that the American people would rise from their stupor and make a determined effort through the doomsday provision of the Second Amendment to restore lawful and constitutional government, we would lack for neither the funds nor the arms. In fact, I'd wager that the rat lines used to funnel contraband into this country would become a veritable torrent of supplies and material donated from the world over to aid our cause. Why? Because if the American people cannot extricate the boot from their own necks, there is almost zero hope for the world being able to do so. Besides, our government's nukes are pointed at them, so it would be in their best interest to support any significant reform or revolutionary movement here to help divert the aim of those nukes.

Therein lies the ugly rub: accepting foreign help would cripple any domestic reform movement from a legitimacy standpoint. Nobody wants to be painted as the tool of foreign interests and powers, especially during the time of a general insurrection. That's the fastest way to find yourself without friends and with a significant number of targets painted on your back. Just ask the Georgians living in South Ossetia about that. See how well that worked out for them. So at the risk of being a complete and utter killjoy, I have to assert the obvious - hell will have arctic beach front property for sale sooner than we will ever live to see that day of glorious rebellion.

Or not. Because to be absolutely flippant with the intent to induce intellectual whiplash, I detect a wonderful and sublime silver lining to that despicably dark cloud I've just subjected you poor downtrodden readers with. You see, there is a time-tested adage which states "A generation that takes a beating is always followed by a generation that gives one." I'm going modestly out on a limb to guess that in about a year from now many people will be feeling the 'taking a beating' bit from the economy amongst other things. But if you look now at the faces of the Greek uprising, you'll see fresh, determined visages coming to avenge the beat downs of their fathers. And you can wager with a fair amount of certainty that a similar undercurrent roils just under the surface here in the States. To cop another phrase, "Hope Springs Eternal."

Let's just see if the Wall Street masters of the universe and their aspiring KGB/apparatchiki wannabes in Washington really have the stones to awaken the sleeping giant...