But also, I don’t want to be a drone background, a constant progressive signal that politicians take for granted. I strive for dynamics, to catch a wave that serves progress and add my lardass to its momentum.

This year, HCR.

Next year, the goddam Justice Department.

Then, alternative energy.

Then, meaningful economic reform and, if he hasn’t punked out, reelect Obama.

By which time my imaginary roots-prog band, The Mellotrones, will have resurrected punk disco into the Next Big Thing.

I think we should march on Washington wielding foam-and-duct tape cardboard swords and official Star Wars light saber cheese-cutters, our unison chant being Lightning Bolt! Lightning Bolt! Lightning Bolt!

Each and every one of us wearing a Ken By Request latex mask, and holding high our tattered copies of Keyboard Kommandos Pocket Edition.

Led by a Hillary love doll with pinwheel nipple swastikas.