I cannot expect you to agree with all I have to say but, please, in the name of God, or of mankind, better yet, in the name of the revolution, let me speak. Let me speak this once, and I will never ask anything of you again.
I ask for only thirty minutes of your time. For what we decide in these few hours will change the course of human history. The effects of the course of action we choose will be irreversible. Now is not the time for irrational thinking. We cannot allow our legacy to be the product of some immediate or overwhelming interest, which distorts our judgment. Our effect upon history cannot be accidental. Our every move must be strictly calculated for maximum effect.
But a full-scale revolution is the course of action chosen by our brothers across the ocean. Clearly, within the course of a year, the streets of their cities will be irrigated not only with alcohol but with blood. It is the blood of your brothers I ask you, paradoxically, to consider as we chose another, but ultimately more reliable, course of action.
The conditions existing in their nation do not exist in ours. There is suffering in our streets, to be sure. But it is not of the scope and magnitude required for such drastic action. We must move slowly and carefully so we do not warn our oppressors. We must either slit their throats in the dead of night or keep them wholly ignorant of our intentions. Just as there can be no compromise with our ideas, there can be no moderation with our actions.
This nation will soon be at war and emotions will run high as the sons of our neighbors are taken from their homes to defend the interests of those we despise. We must not be ruled by our emotions, but, instead, we must play upon the emotions of others. We must turn our thirst for blood, which is potentially our greatest enemy, into our greatest ally in the long march towards the common destiny we all share.
The best way to implement our system is to start now. We must, in the name of national patriotism, offer a portion, only a small portion, of our incomes to support our troops in the coming time of war. We must begin with a grass roots movement no one will be able to resist. We will ultimately destroy the existing order, by beginning with an appeal to patriotism. That is the brilliance of our plan. It is our only hope.
The amount will be small at first. But since the recipient of the proceeds will be our nation?s military, it will be the federal government?s responsibility to collect the funds. The agency, which I call our Incremental Revolution Service, will be with us for all of time. We will win this war with the funds the Service collects. But when the war is over, the Service will remain. No government office, once established, ever shuts its doors. This is not a rule. It is a law. It is the foundation of our cause. If it were not true, our efforts would surely fail.
Brothers, pushing the envelope will mean generating debate. We cannot survive if a debate ever takes place. The illusion of a government?s rights, wholly our invention, must be nurtured with care. We can say they are entitled to something but it must be a modest amount. It must be something the people can do without, but nothing more.
So, how long must we be patient? How long will all this take?
Quiet, please! My time is not yet up, although I will consent to answer your question.
Following a military victory, we should expect an economic expansion. But following the economic expansion, they will become careless. And that is when we will strike! It is in a time of depression that we must experiment with the new world order to a far greater degree. And the Service will feed our experiment.
But that is not really true. It is the people who will feed the experiment. It is the workers.
Quiet, please! I have not finished, although you are right in spirit. It is those with jobs who will feed the experiment. But those without them will demand cooperation, at least for a time. That is my vision of how things will unfold.
Who can say what will come in time? Maybe another global conflict will be needed someday to end an economic depression. But, if so, we will be able to demand even more in the name of patriotism!
But isn?t there a point where the producers will revolt? Isn?t there a limit to how far we can go?
When we reach the point where the producers in our society begin to clamor, we will introduce the notion of the Service refund. We will offer them to firemen, to teachers, to those with small children, college children, and so on. We will offer them in bunches.
But who will pay for them?
The wealthy will pay, of course. A handful of these refunds, if carefully crafted, will be financed by only a small increase in the rate of contribution demanded of the very wealthiest among us.
But what makes you think they will pay?
They will have to pay. Do you know what you are saying? They will not only look down the barrel of a gun in the hands of a Service agent, but they will be hated by the masses. They will be hated by the masses because, by then, the universities will have long been under our control. Otherwise, these professors would be useless. Useless idiots, I daresay. But we will put them to work for our cause. We will offer them a lifetime of secure employment in exchange for their help with our cause. And, in the end, they will be indispensable to the new world order.
The system will be so widespread and so complex that no one will understand it, though it will control their very lives. The people will be completely under our control. Anything we want to achieve will be within our grasp. Any goal we want to accomplish will only be a refund away. We will control the masses like rats in a maze. They will be like pigeons pecking for food pellets!
But we must be careful that our pellets keep them pecking. Their pecking must never cause us to give them food.
Some day, I envision a country where people work to raise a government, not a family. That is our final destination. The state, not the family, will be the center of our new world order.
Your time is up.
Thank you my brothers. Thank you for listening.