While it has certainly taken some time to find my footing in a world without my men and such startling innovation that makes Storybrooke look on par with the Enchanted Forest, the further I delve into this world the more familiar it seems.
For a land that claims itself to be without king, it appears this world is still at the whims of the same cruel, petty, and self-serving sort of despots that Sherwood Forest knew. But I have happened upon a group of scholars, not revolutionaries in the truest sense, but allies and idealists nonetheless.
They have caught me up to speed of the state of this land and its people and their poverty at the hands of the greedy and power-drunk. The disparity between the lords of usury and industry and the people is unsettlingly unchanged and my friends at the occupy wall street seek a redistribution of the wealth of this land. But they cannot do it through voices alone.
Here we find ourselves at the grace of our hosts' charity. But we must not become complacent that we are granted this favor while others suffer. There is a meeting this Sunday--every Sunday-wherein these scholars discuss strategy, the enemy, and the objectives.
I would urge anyone with shared concerns to join me Sunday next.