Apprehension raised the hairs on the back of his neck, and he sensed a loaded gun behind the word "vision." He chose his words carefully, making sure to stay completely honest.
"My friends are all people I have met doing odd jobs around Liberty, or in bars. Nothing fancy. Most of my oratory, if you can call it that, has been while on the way to, or in the midst of, intoxication at said bars. Railing against the various people who kept me and my friends down. They all nodded -as far as I can remember which, considering that I was drunk fairly often, may not be too far- and agreed, raising glasses. While doing some extended work in Ontario, I caught the campaign of, as he was called then, Citizen Katz. What little 'vision' people might say I have, I credit to his example."
"It was his words, his example, that inspired me to -among other things- sober up, and start working towards where I am now. My opinions were refined and sharpened, and my will forged. I still had friends, and they still respected me and the things I said. I like to think that I influenced them, imparted some of the wisdom I had gleaned from the example of Citizen Katz. Maybe I didn't. Whether I did or I didn't, I ended up here, before you, hoping to do further work for the Revolution."
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
