Damn the Man! Fight the power! Vive la Resistance!
Wait…am I allowed to say that now? For the last eight years, I was part of that group of people who could say stuff like that. I was the revolution. I was the oppressed masses. I was the righteous anger.
Now I’m the man; I’m the power. I can’t say “Damn the Man!” anymore. Why would I damn myself? I can’t “fight the power”, because I’m not in second grade anymore, so why would I be hitting myself? The roles have been reversed. The Man is the Revolution, and the Revolution is the Man.
On the one hand, it sucks, because there’s a certain sense of pride and importance in being the resistance, and it is very hard to quickly change a mindset eight years in the making. On the other hand, as the Man, things should start going my way, right? Well, that’s the plan, at least.
Fingers crossed, eh?
-Because I said so
