If you crash in to him, you are at fault for causing an accident. If you follow him and then hit him when he gets out, you're arrested for assault and battery. You can't do anything about the cop, he's got a gun and will put you in jail. You can't do anything about your boss – he's the boss and will fire you if he doesn't like your face. You can't do anything about the gas company raising the price of the gas or the supermarket raising the price of food or the pharmacy telling you the small bottle of pills your doctor says you have to have will cost you $486.75.
In fact, you can't do anything about any of it. The table's rigged, the game is fixed, the cards are stacked against you and even if you take a good stiff drink to take the edge off, you'll get called a drunk and that's that. Face it, chum. There's just nothing you can do.
Boy! If only you were Rambo! He doesn't take any shit from anybody. He'd paste the boss, deck the cop, plug the pharmacist, break the nose of the impolite driver and then blow up the refinery.
That's why we love the Rambo, Die Hard and Bourne Identity movies. Nobody messed with those guys. Rambo would blow the guy who cut you off in traffic away with a machine gun you can't even lift and nobody will even ask about the identity of the dead man. Bourne would break a dozen of his bones before you can take out your phone to take a snapshot of it. And John McCane would fill him full of holes with a “Whoopie ki yi ya.”
It's about helplessness and control. As long as we're in control, we are also helpless against those with more power who seek to control us. When we get out of control, the authorities step in to see to it that we are in control – or being controlled – again.
As Americans, we have a wide variety of movies at our fingertips, but our favorites feature a hero who is trained or bitten by a spider or is just motivated enough to say that he has had it up to here with the crapola and isn't going to take it anymore. He lays waste the bad guys and anybody else who stands in his way. The girl says “My hero!” (or if it's a girl lead, the guy says, “Whatever you want, honey!”) and the credits roll. We know that he's not taking crap from anyone.
Maybe in this election year, we feel helpless because we know that there are things that are not right and yet we are told that they are, in fact, we are told that the things this guy or that guy did are praiseworthy, laudable. We should put him back in office, or put him into a bigger office, so he can rip us off all the more – and there's nothing we can do about it.
We can vote in a different guy – someone who is not a Washington puppet. We can know what's going on and be on top of things when we go to vote. We can even volunteer for the candidate we find who will actually work for us.
Or we can all meet over at my place for a Rambo marathon. At least that'll make us feel better.