Life during wartime.

One trick I’ve learned over the years is to keep an eye on pop culture to make sure that I’m facing no threats to my current way of life.  Right now I’m on high alert, because I’ve noticed that “Dance Revolution” is surfacing everywhere.  It started out as a popular arcade game, became a home game, and now it’s a television show.  And my question is--what if there really is a dance revolution? What if all of this seemingly innocuous entertainment is a cover for an army of frenetic disco insurgents?

There would be no place for me in society if the dance revolutionaries win.  I am not exhibiting a lack of self confidence when I say this, and I happen to love dance music. It’s just that I know my strengths and weaknesses, and being a good dancer is not one of my strengths.

If worst comes to worst, I’ll be a conscientious objector. Which will raise eyebrows and no doubt mark me as a pariah in the new order.  But like I said, I know my limits.  And it will give me time to foment my own revolution. I haven’t determined the exact politics yet, but it will be something about people who like to eat raw cookie dough and hate talking to people in elevators.  And unlike the bunch of glory hogs currently plotting to overthrow the government, my revolution will not be televised.