Those mealy-mouthed democrats, they use that word a lot.

Oligarch.

That’s not a part of my vocabulary. It’s not my word.

That’s not language for the working man, the common man, the man in the street, me.

I’m not even sure what it means. I know they want me to think it’s a bad word, but I push against it because it’s not talking to me. So I push against the people who use it.

Can’t they see that?

I want to find people I can agree with, can follow, can trust.

Mostly I like the democrats because they seem to say what I say, believe what I believe. But they’re so spread out, scattered everywhere with their separate causes and side issues, they can’t seem to get together and focus on what’s important and basic. If they go off in all directions and tear things into little pieces they hover over, then how are they gonna get together enough to win, even though there’s more of them? Disorganized, they’re not enough.

I want my better world. I want to live long enough to see it, to live in it.

We fought too long to find the words and figure out what they mean, and then to agree with them.

Democracy. Equality. Love your neighbor. Do no harm.

Those are good words even I can understand. They’re even words worth fighting for, though I’d rather not have to.

I’ll keep saying and keep trying, because pretty soon we’re down to the wire.

It reminds me of that movie I once saw and want to see again. They Might Be Giants. Starring George C. Scott, one of the famous real actors. He got his Oscar for Patton, and he was really good and funny in Doctor Strangelove. But I don’t think a lot of people saw They Might Be Giants.

He plays the good guy. Fighting against the everywhere bad, like Don Quixote. Don Q. fought against windmills like giants, and I guess it’s relevant because the crazy guy says windmills are killing the birds and whales and people are eating the dogs.

In the movie it’s like modern theater where a small group gathers against the evil giants and at the end our hero says to the fascinated woman psychiatrist who now joins him, “You do care after all!” and they all brace for the approaching giants we never see as the screen shows Scott’s face.

It’s like that. Almost. Except that there are more of us than in the movie, especially when we get together and consolidate and unify.

And don’t use the word oligarch.