A SHORT ESSAY ON REBELLION

In these days of conservative war-mongering money-suckers and bad boy image obsessed females, it is important to examine just who are the good guys. When fascism and delinquency are the order of the day, the good guys are the rebels, and the rebels turn out to be the good guys.

Just who are these rebels? The rebels are not the jaywalkers, the panhandlers, the suburban side-street speed demons, or the weekend warrior drunken pugilists who attempt to flout convention, but more often than not inspire gleeful and daemonic mockery. The rebels are not the over-compensating lunatics who drive around at all hours of the night at top speed when there are no police cars to be seen but make sure to be go to work on Monday morning and pay their taxes on time and fear legal consequences. They have so much to lose.

True rebellion is an act of noble bravery. A bravery that stems from a deep-seated conviction that what you do is not only right, but it is the only thing to do. To hell with consequences, the rebel does not fear losing a thing, he has given it all up, let go of fear. The true rebel acts without malice. He acts, perhaps with a kind of mischief born of the desire to teach rather than the impulse to destroy. The true rebel doesn’t hurt anyone, save for the anxiety borne of the emotionally invested sideline watcher. But that anxiety is ill-founded, misplaced. For the true rebel acts from a conviction that what they are doing is not only the right thing to do, it is the only thing to do.