After the gulag experience, he realized
America had fallen over the cliff and there was no crawling back. He
realized the ship had sunk, the captain was 'drunk-nuts' and loonies
were running naked in the White House using the Constitution for
So Slats retired to his red brick Chicago
bungalow, wondering whether to drink his life away watching
NBA basketball or do something positive.
If America was normal, he would have
chosen the former. But since things were going haywire, he chose the
So Slats, the most unlikely of candidates
to awaken the masses, set out to enlighten his fallen, brainwashed
brothers and sisters. And by no means was it an easy task, as he
spent the first two weeks at home finishing up a case of Old Style,
waiting patiently for the Miami Heat and Shaq
to win the NBA title.
With the series over in six, Slats knew he
had till next year before the playoffs started to get the job done
so he spent the next two weeks reading Don Quixote and
several other inspirational books in order to prepare his plan.
He also read about all the patriots on the
war path in America, rallying here and riding motorcycles there,
hoping to end the spiral of unstoppable horror being propagated in
Washington. He read about the 9/11 truth symposiums, thinking how he
went to many JFK rallies in the 70s and 80s, finally
opting to stay home after becoming tired of listening to speaker
after speaker rant on and on while justice was never being served.
He then continued reading about all the
political, scientific and medical experts, fighting fascism with big
words and high-fangled theories of freedom and justice. Slats had
also grown tired of big words, as it usually indicated the 'fix was
in' once the hot air cleared off the table.
He then found an article about
Frosty Wooldridge riding his motorcycle cross country for
freedom, which he rather liked, but decided against a similar course
of action since he never had ridden a motorcycle.
He thought about Frosty riding and it made
him feel good, as it made him think about how the true leaders of
freedom and justice usually came from unusual places, and it usually
coming from the common folk, not from the so-called experts or
professional speakers who end up boring the people to death due to
rather large and inflated egos.
Although Slats had big ideas too,
especially when he sat alone on his couch while his Great Dane,
Charlie, was sleeping at his feet, this time he felt
almost helpless, thinking this time it might be better to close his
eyes for good.
In fact, one evening Slats closed his
eyes, dreaming of a better day, dreaming how the killing had ended
and how the American population finally awoke from a deep slumbering
sleep to take back their country.
When he finally awoke, he thought for a
brief moment he had died and gone to heaven. But quickly he came to
his senses, saying out loud as Charlie looked at him like he was
"I have the plan! It won't be easy but
nothing hard ever is and good always triumphs over evil and it
starts with each person making a commitment to the truth and never
wavering or giving in to the evil enemy within our country."
And for the next several days Slats wrote
down his plan of action, which was quite intense, complicated and
tedious, a plan involving going to at least three continents.
But since every long journey begins with
one small step, he decided to concentrate on writing his "Call
to Action" or his feeble attempt for one Average American to
do one outstanding thing in his life before passing on to a better
But not being a writer or having any
professional experience with the written word, Slats mumbled to
himself, trying desperately to be organized yet inciteful: