I am a communist. Mainly because there are so many little American henchmen I desire to annoy. Guerrilla Theatre: A bank lobby. A department store. A mall lobby. Break up a corporate bigwiggy conference. Sing songs. They hate songs. Parking lots. Free diapers for everyone. Give a die in a boost with a couple of gallons of fake blood. I’ve performed with radical groups for years. I write the script, they go play it out. I am designing some guerrilla gigs now. A hot blond (drag), and a male American politician scam artist who goes on and on in great dramatic sweeping of the skies as to how powerful and rich he is. The politician throws the blond drag queen on the floor and fully-dressed, he humps her leg. All the while, the drag queen blond is laughing hysterically. Wigs help. You will need a suit, just don’t become one. Bring your own photographers. Do not invite the media. They will be there anyway. Prepare for cops. You will be arrested. Your crime – giving authority the finger – is so heinous, it requires extreme punishment, and then they send you to Penguin Island. Guerrilla Theatre performances are generally short, theatrical events that may take the form of a play, game, or happening. Like church. Such theatre is usually interactive and explicitly political in content, looking to educate and inspire the audience to action with regard to a specific stupidity. The drag queen puts a pie in bigwiggy’s face. And other torments. It doesn’t mean anything, or does it. – Tim Barrus