Everybody wants to change the world. Half the time, it's my job to make sure they don't.
The people on the bottom want to be the people on top, so they talk about freedom and equality and human rights. Or mutant rights. Whatever kind of rights you can think up. Every once in a while you get a few more practical ones who just talk about taking over. Amounts to the same thing. You get enough downtrodden types together, enough talk of ideals, sooner or later they decide it's not enough to just talk (and write truly terrible songs) about it, they've actually gotta go out there and do something. But no one can just write to their MP, no, it's all got to be barricades and megalomaniacs flying about in spandex and bombs on the tube and Satanic rituals and guillotines. French Revolution, right, big landmark in human rights, set a fantastic precedent. Ended up with the revolutionaries chopping each other's heads off, and the people still starved. That's how it always works. Some morons with fancy ideals decide the best way to change the world is to go out and kill people, get themselves killed more often than not, and all it does is shuffle around who's oppressing who. Meanwhile the tube's delayed and everyone's late for work again.
So, here's what I want to change. I want every genius out there with a grand world-changing plan to stop and ask himself: is this going to fuck up anyone's work day? Are the trains going to be late? Is my glorious revolution going to mean the food doesn't get delivered to the supermarket this week? If the answer is yes, then knock it the hell off. Not worth the trouble.