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Haight was frugal He dressed si, and kept his possessions to a minimum But when it came to electronics, he had the best He accepted donations to keep hi his podcasts and posting the videos and protest speeches that he’d archived fro with those his iven before he was born

Haight, aka the redheaded stepchild of the sixties revolution, was the son of Erin Mitchell, the famously brave extreroup of radicals that had forever shifted the consciousness of a complacent America

Haight had never discovered the identity of his “father unknown”

Moht be Jerry Rubin or Jerry Garcia, or even Bob Dylan She never swore to the truth of his paternity, but it was probably because she didn’t know By the tier cared who his father was He had fory and his manifesto was online ide

Haight drafted alongside the GAR movement He believed what they believed, but his methods were hands-off He didn’t recruit He wasn’t a technical adviser He was a spokesovernments, and he spoke of revolution He believed that all politics should be local and fully participatory This left him both anti-state and anti-corporate His eneral, the IMF, Big Oil, Wall Street, central banks, and the various US bloodsucking cartels: defense, Big Pharher education

Along with GAR, he was inspiring the lone wolves and stray-dog rebels, the angry underclass around the world yearning to break free His podcasts were reports fro out all over the world

Violence was a way of cleansing hu in a neorld in much the same way the Russian Bolsheviks did It boiled down to an old slogan, si: POWER TO THE PEOPLE

He was also Machiavellian and he knew it

Any means to the correct end

Haight was active in athered and disserou

nd and produced his own coht He didn’t write back, but through an encrypted app he could pop into friendly computer stations at will, and so his friends could talk to him anytime And they did J had chatted with him before he set off for his sadly failed mission at SFO

Still, J had , had fueled the revolution

Thishis ho the open transmissions from web friends, donors, and acolytes when his monitor went sharp white, accoht out of him

What had to have been an explosion had coleside When the picture cleared, he was looking at Andy Yang’s face as a wo Wake up This is the police”

Haight watched what he could see of an eleside Then he disconnected from the net