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Leadership For Social Change - Class 1 - Period 7
The lights were dimmed in the Danger Shop when the students entered. A row of footlights shone out from the front of the classroom, illuminating the desks clearly but making it impossible to see anything further than the front row of desks.
Once the students were seated and somewhat settled, the footlights cut off abruptly. Music started playing, a dramatic, suspense-building tune; a bit of Spanish guitar in a minor key mixed with a techno background. As it crescendoed, the lights flash as though lightning had struck. Backlights clicked on, illuminating the silhouette of a man standing on a raised platform at the front of the room. A deep maniacal laugh filled the room. "I am," the man says, "DOCTOR HORRIBLE!" He paused dramatically and pressed a button on a small remote in his hand.
A spotlight flipped on and now the students could see the man. He wore an old-fashioned lab coat in blood red, thick black rubber gloves and black goggles. "Welcome!" he exclaimed, "to Leadership for Social Change!" The music rose dramatically and cut off abruptly.
“Heroes,” the Doctor said, “are over with. True leadership requires making hard choices. You must be prepared to be seen as the bad guy. When you have the world in your hands, you can’t grip too loosely or it will slip through your fingers and smash all over the floor, like an existential jar of jam and you will never get all that world jam cleaned out from under the fridge.
“Discussion time! Let’s talk tough. Say there’s a company - we’ll call them “British Metrolium” - and you know they’re going to do very bad things. They stand on the brink of disaster!" He clicked his remote again and showed the adorable images of baby otters and a tiny, tiny turtle. "But you have no proof. They own the media. They control the government. You have only yourself. And maybe a few allies with deep pockets who would prefer to remain unnamed. And minions. You can have minions.
"What do you, your minions and your mysterious resources do, class? Don't think like a hero. Think like... a leader."
[OCD up. Images are worksafe and all that good stuff.]
Once the students were seated and somewhat settled, the footlights cut off abruptly. Music started playing, a dramatic, suspense-building tune; a bit of Spanish guitar in a minor key mixed with a techno background. As it crescendoed, the lights flash as though lightning had struck. Backlights clicked on, illuminating the silhouette of a man standing on a raised platform at the front of the room. A deep maniacal laugh filled the room. "I am," the man says, "DOCTOR HORRIBLE!" He paused dramatically and pressed a button on a small remote in his hand.
A spotlight flipped on and now the students could see the man. He wore an old-fashioned lab coat in blood red, thick black rubber gloves and black goggles. "Welcome!" he exclaimed, "to Leadership for Social Change!" The music rose dramatically and cut off abruptly.
“Heroes,” the Doctor said, “are over with. True leadership requires making hard choices. You must be prepared to be seen as the bad guy. When you have the world in your hands, you can’t grip too loosely or it will slip through your fingers and smash all over the floor, like an existential jar of jam and you will never get all that world jam cleaned out from under the fridge.
“Discussion time! Let’s talk tough. Say there’s a company - we’ll call them “British Metrolium” - and you know they’re going to do very bad things. They stand on the brink of disaster!" He clicked his remote again and showed the adorable images of baby otters and a tiny, tiny turtle. "But you have no proof. They own the media. They control the government. You have only yourself. And maybe a few allies with deep pockets who would prefer to remain unnamed. And minions. You can have minions.
"What do you, your minions and your mysterious resources do, class? Don't think like a hero. Think like... a leader."
[OCD up. Images are worksafe and all that good stuff.]
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