While I was growing up, I was a rambunctious fella. I loved a good tussle now and then. I wouldn’t go out of my way to make trouble but when I spotted a threat, I’d not be happy till I neutralized it. We had a neighbor called Victor. Victor was a henchman. A terror to behold. He would beat any and all. It baffled me why he was so strong (and believe me I could hold my own). He just was. That didn’t stop me from picking a fight. Thing about me is I hate leaving anything undone and Victor…well he was a project I needed to deliver.
In a society where there is a huge gap between the peasants and the bourgeois, it is not difficult to understand why the masses would rally behind the underdog. At this point, feelings of spite or envy would pale because we would all be fighting the common cause: Lift up the common man. For if we see him up there, it feels as though we made it up there too. We have struck a blow against the wielders of opulence.
I never bothered with the Big Brother show but due to the furore it created, I noticed. The reality show which was aired across the continent live-streamed for three months. We all know the details of the show.