the revolution will have a zydeco soundtrack...

the revolution will be stoked by a grey-bearded man who emerged from six years of prison with the clear understanding that power is seeing into action what has been promised with mere words...

the revolution will be prodded by a charismatic mother, her passion barely contained by her wheel-chair, who is feeding activism to her daughter by means of experience, not explanation...

the revolution will be fueled by a committed diabetic, whose mind obsesses on the needs of more able-bodied troops abroad, when it just as could just as easily (and understandably) get lost in necessary calculations of blood sugar and insulin...

the revolution will be facilitated by a young woman who just lost her job to a failed savings and loan... who is a truly innocent victim to an economic downturn created by those will may never feel the sting of unemployment... who could be elsewhere, worried about self-preservation, but instead sits pondering poverty and politics...

the revolution will be enacted by an insurance man from Baltimore, plotting fleets of electric buses for soon-to-be ultra-green, financially-prudent, future-looking school boards...

the revolution will be armed and financed and inspired by a pair of brothers... and a californian real-estate man... and a single mother of three daughters... and a new father who writes prolifically between diaper changes... and a quixotic college kid who seems to know everything... and grandmothers and librarians and professors and, well, more than a handful of sons and daughters of dismayed republicans...

the revolution, i've learned, will have a zydeco soundtrack and much sweaty dancing...

the revolution will not be dull...

                                                                                            ...and appears to be well underway.