“Extra extra, read all about it!” he bellowed, waving his papers in the air. The flyers spoke of revolution, the fight for hearts and minds. Ignore the electricity of Van De Graaff and the endless white noise of your news channels. There is a difference between the lightning storm and the static of misinformation. When the real sparks start to fly… come the revolution, you will be first against the wall. You can create your own electricity, if you just tap dance loudly enough on the pavements outside of your institutions. If you are a rebel, rebel! Revolution, it never came to our town. Real revolution never arrived. And this is why I find myself so damned revolting. Revolution never came to...