The collective wisdom of the peoples collective was something to behold. They took seriously the task, one among many, of writing a work of epic imaginative literature to reveal the world of the past many centuries in light of the extraordinary events of today. They broke into groups, one of which embarked on a global epic from the United Estates and North America, and if feasible the Americas and all the world.

 

By consensus the creators decided to mix allegory with reality and possibility. In other words, they intended to convey the real world, along with revealing exaggerations, augmented by further possibilities.

 

They sought an allegorical and transparent name for that most powerful country in which many of the creators lived, the United Estates of America. Many possibilities occurred. The United Estates of Plutopia. The Corporate Estates of America. The Corporate Estates of Plutopia. Serfland. The Empire. Neoserfland. The United Corporate Estates of Neoserflandia. Conqueredlandia. The Occupied Country. The Smashmouth Republic. Thug Nation. The Totalitarian Tyrannical Traitors of Transylvania. The Conquered Estates of America. The Peoples’ Oblivion. The United Executives of America. The United Executors of America. America Incorporated….

 

As it happened, consensus eluded the creators. So they decided to move on to name a Ruler – an effort that quickly evolved into naming imaginary figures the world over. Jack DeHatchette. Most Honorable Thugbomb. Sir Velvet Apocalypto. Jefe “Machine Gun” Reyes. Jettens Strykkkar. Rawbe D. Bhlyndde. Chic Crushtherealm. Raajaatopcaste. Chensaw Nooseng. Raja Gunemdown.

 

Nugo Changez.

 

The collective tried many different openings, including the following:

 

When Zhing Jefe Zhang Barack Jens Hussein Johnson was elected President of the United Estates of Earth, much was made of the fact that he was the first Asian-Afro-Euro-Americas President of the UEE – the first truly multicultural president. He even practiced several religions and, while limiting himself to one multiracial wife, had long since legally adopted into his nuclear family children from every inhabited continent. Likewise, he hoped to bring local rulers ever deeper into the billfold.

 

Though to some, Zhing Jefe Zhang Barack Jens Hussein Johnson appeared to be truly a man of the world and a proper ruler of Earth, the bulk of the people called him ironically Dear Leader or simply DL, as if a designee pinch hitting for money, as if he were the serviceable face and tongue and ears for containing and constraining the public, as if they knew, as they did, that Dear Leader was the front for high finance and Old Time Authority (OTA being Guns, God, and Goddamn Greed).

 

Dear Leader opened his global presidency by attacking widely across the globe, that is by bombing and continuing to occupy Western Asia, and by fostering covert counterrevolutionary aggression in South America, East Asia, Southeast Asia, and Africa, by flooding the world with weaponry, and by further criminalizing and imprisoning people of color and poverty across North America and Europe and beyond.

 

Just so Dear Leader ruled until there arose in the lands a dissident movement powerful enough to truly resist, to take stands for real. Among these dissidents were those who began an epic portrait illuminating today’s realities and tomorrow’s possibilities, whether oppressive or liberatory revolutionary.

 

The main focus of the writers soon became Dear Leader, the corporate estate media concoction who had decided to tour all the lands of his peoples, the first President of the United Estates of Earth to so sweepingly criss-cross Earth. In what better way could he reach and keep tabs on everyone? Besides, more than most, Dear Leader loved a good show, especially one in which he starred. The peoples’ collective decided to mark and thwart his every repressive move.

 

Before his grand tour, however, and to kick off his newly won administration, Dear Leader restored the Englandton family dynasty that had ruled the United Estates of Earth a couple elections ago. He appointed Hillary Grapeshot Englandton, a central member of the family, to the prominent Bunker (formerly Cabinet) position Clerk of Estates and then filled other Bunker Clerk positions and lesser posts with former Englandton managers, executives, bureaucrats, appointees, future cellmates, and other kin-by-association.

 

That the official so-called opposition across the Capitol aisle consisted of a somewhat more motley crew goes without saying. “Bipartisan” in officialese simply means two suite gangs working together to pillage the peoples’ neighborhoods.

 

Lest any tepid-intrepid critics challenge that creators lose their “poise” in saying thus and so – first, to them we respond, get real, and second, that’s the commonsense on the ground, is what that is. Bipartisan more often that not does mean two suite gangs working together to pillage the peoples’ neighborhoods. Endless is the evidence.

 

The crowd numbing mantra of the Dear Leader election campaign: “Our Glorious Future Awaits!” (or, OGFA!, to use that glistening four letter acronym) and “Yes you will!” which meant all along a crashing, crushing, and, to put it bluntly, criminal appointment with the past. Evidently only by turning back, returning to the past could one guarantee the future, official and sponsored, ordained far from the will and the needs of the people in corporate board rooms, banks, and fortified state redoubts – in forts of all variety. That most people held to other – polar opposite – aspirations and views was dismissed early and often by Dear Leader’s administration and affiliates as the smog-induced pipedreams of, if not children, then the common people in the polls.

 

And so it went, at least before the Global General Strike caused ruling type faces, voices, tongues, ears to reassess, to run for cover, to plead chronic schizophrenia, insanity, ignorance - and to fight back viciously, as viciously as these rulers had ruled, by policy and by police - by guns, God, gold.

 

First they ignore you, then they attack you, then they say they were with you all along and you win or think you win, then they attack you, then they ignore you, then silence. Sometimes they can just ignore you – oh people of the world. Other times they ignore you, then attack you, then are able to ignore you again. Sometimes a crumb is tossed your way. No matter what, silence eventually descends, and so one and all must begin again.

 

Now. Where were we? As usual – bombing Palestine. On principle. Naturally.

 

In this longstanding Age of Propaganda it seems necessary that all sane official leaders must suffer deeply from multiple personality disorder. “Suffer” may be a stretch. Rather, they may thrive on it. Let us examine then closely our Dear Leader, the restored Englandton dynasty, and bipartisan bit players that flot and jet to the surface as we voyage through epic to higher ground – by way of which we have little choice but to boat the peoples’ open veins, oar deep in misery and blood, toward a better world.