by Steve Bivans
Steve’s Rating: 4 of 5 stars
I’m gonna be honest. I’ve not been a ‘Brand’ fan, not because I have anything against him, just because I haven’t happened to see his movies. I know who he is, of course, but mostly I would have relegated him to the ‘loony’ bin, just another mindless comedian, stumbling around drunk, getting into trouble, breaking shit. And yeah, he’s done his share of that, hell, so have I, though I’m not as funny. But my perceptions couldn’t have been further off from the truth. Well, he is a bit looney, but he’s definitely not mindless. This guy is onto something, something big.
If you’ve ever thought to yourself, and who hasn’t, that our World was slipping into madness, that our elected officials have no intention of representing us, the rich fat cats are exploiting our fears to their benefit, and to our deficit, if you wonder why no matter how hard you work you never seem to get ahead, and that your neighbors and friends seem to be struggling too, and wonder “What the hell is going on here? There’s something stinky in Denmark!,” then you owe it to yourself, and to the future of our planet to give ole Russ a listen. If you’re already pissed off and ready to take down ‘the man.’ This is the book for you. If you’re not that pissed off, read the book, you will be.
What I love about his solution, is that it eschews the ‘top down’ rhetoric that so many authors and journalists keep preaching. Deep down, we all know that the solutions to the Earth’s problems aren’t going to come from our ‘leaders.’ They aren’t leading; they are screwing us, and not even giving us a reach-around. The solutions to our problems are in our own hands. Only WE can free ourselves from our broken systems.
The only reason I didn’t give this 5 stars, is because Russ tends to spend a little too much time contemplating the metaphysical, when a little more physical would be helpful, but there’s plenty of ‘concrete’ in this book. It’s irreverent as hell, and it should be. There’s nothing sacred about the way we are doing things, and it’s time for Revolution, but one with lots of hugs, and hopefully no Kalashnikovs, Molitovs, or any other ‘ovs,’ just love.