The Marketplace of Ideas

[forsyth]

Tuesday. That meant they were selling Revolutions. The usual suspects were out, hawking their utopias in catchy T-Shirts and ideals boiled down to fit on a pin. The market was its usual riot. Teenyboppers flocked like hummingbirds. Radicals hurled violent insults at their twins. Serious Men in tweed fought tiny verbal skirmishes in their turf wars. And around and through it all, agents of the Status Quo watched, waiting for something dangerous to cross an invisible line, whereupon they descended and co-opted it, Borg in business suits.

Don't worry, kid, we're unique. Not like the rest of them.