Grassroots insurgency

On the day: 
10/07/2012 


On the way: 
Where merry daffodils once stood against the winter's icy blasts with unseasonal good cheer, their mania to keep them warm, now the northbound platform's green sward is adventurous with unruly grasses, tall grain- bearing stalks, pretty purple heads of tiny purple blooms and broad-leaved weeds, among them bad boys with spikey warts. 
They whisper among themselves so the humans hear the sound but can't make out the words, planning their campaign to overgrow the oppressor and win back the whole station, bristling with confidence, a Floral Army for Revolution and Conquest (FARC)... 
Confident, that is, until the  militias arrive, the brute squads in their orange overalls, (always in threes, well usually) and bearing weapons of grass destruction, to impose the will of the unelected regime. 
Then its back to grassroots level, a return to the first level of a Maoist insurgency - to operate propaganda campaigns and win popular support, as well as building up terrorist teams to coerce dissenters. Maybe they could recruit those daffodils to elicit sympathy from among the enemy ranks. 
As that legendary apocalypsist Brother Enim was won't to say, 'We must get a winner some day.' 


On the pod: 
Time Is Running Out - Muse 


On the front page: 
Coalition creaks as rebels flex muscles (The Times)


On the subject: http://andhisthoughtsarefullofstrangers.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/bright-but-dim.html