It seems that protest is "IN", because hipsters around the world are now saying, "Yeah, I was revolutionary BEFORE it was cool. Fucking mainstream media..." (By 'hipsters', of course, I mean Nimish.)
Anyway, *Seinfeld voice* What is the DEAL with these protestors? Standing around with banners never changes squat. There always have been and always will be 2 ways to change the system:
1. The parasite method. Exploit the system from inside. In a move of Machiavellian brilliance, you make your way into the belly of the beast. Sell your soul, convictions, ethics, morals, and other abstract concepts to the highest bidder. I understand that this is easier for some people. Those of you asking, "What's ethics?", please consider a career as a corporate lawyer. Or prostitute. Actually, forget the prostitute part. A drug-addled DVDA whore wouldn't do the kinda things your average energy company lawyer does before lunch.
2. The Robespierre method. The parasite method has one major disadvantage: The parasitical spy can sell-out midway and stop giving a shit about "the cause". Or it could turn out the person never cared at all in the first place. Basically, the method involves so much shady dealing that motivations are reduced to that hazy black blur that covers your monitor when it's on and showing a large black screen (similes are not my strong suit). The Robespierre method's advantages are the fact that it's fast, entertaining, cleanly divides the issue of which side you're on, and cleanly divides your head from your torso if you're on the wrong side. Named after childhood hero (yes, my IRCTC password!) and French revolutionary Maximilien Robespierre (the single most badass name ever?), it involves a purge of guilty people, innocent people, your rivals, your friends, and finally yourself. This will probably lead to rivers of blood on the streets, war, rape, rap, low property prices, an unstable series of republics, a king who fancies himself Alexander the Great v.2, and the ironic reputation of being sissies 200 years later. This can only work on the condition that I get to be Robespierre up to the July 1794 part of his life. I can go from bad-ass to Barras after that.
Above: Maximilien Robespierre. He compensated for the "whiny little bitch" look with an amazing name, and being responsible for a period of history called "The Reign of Terror". And I mean a 'period' in history; it was a bloody mess. Plus, he killed King Louis XVI with the words, "I pronounce this fatal truth: Louis must die so that the nation might live!"
Anyway, bugger all this. This was largely a... what's the phrase... stream-of-consciousness bit of writing as part of a larger experiment to see if this blog has magick (sic.) powers. By the way, why don't people spell magic with a k anymore? Or so many other words which earlier involved k's and f's. Guha would have an explanation, if he could get away from grading papers of students who look like Dinesh Kapur.
