Train Tracks

The Real Revolutionist should assure the People that what is ultimately necessary and correct will also prove to be safe and convenient.

I once heard a man mumble something to the effect that “Disingenuous historians wrong the dead.”  Which sounds like a pretty shoddy affair until you ask yourself, “Well, how have the 

dead treated me?”  There.

In a certain, peculiar lateral-sense, the Real Revolutionist doesn't particularly “like, or dislike” anyone, but is rather clinical, and impersonal...not unlike Life's own stance toward Man.

I sure hate to anytime, much less, too “oft-times” sound discouraging in my notations regarding mortal affairs, but I must mention to you this...for your own good:  You can't tell which way the train went by studying the tracks, and you can't tell the final score by looking at the ticket stubs.  (Now that wasn't so hard, was it...)

Can there really be “reasonable” new information—revolutionary rhetoric—radical enough to immediately attract, yet still sounding sufficiently routine as to not seriously frighten the children and bankers?

J.