There is something about fires and people that somehow signal revolutions.
Katniss Everdeen in Hunger Games who was, obviously, a bad-ass reluctant revolutionary was “the girl on fire” who became the mockingjay. I am not sure if Barack Obama is a Katniss Everdeen or a Peeta Mellark.
King Abdullah of Jordan is bad-ass too. Recently, he did the revolutionary thing of openly condemning and going after ISIS terrorists for burning one of his country’s pilots.
One can say that ISIS and the Muslim Brotherhood are as revolutionary as the fascists and Nazis were revolutionary circa 1930s. In fact, once upon a time the PLO was revolutionary too — well before Hamas came into the picture.
In my country, the MILF are the flavor-of-the-moment revolutionaries. In the 1970’s during martial law, it used to be Joma Sison’s boys. However, my people have been disenchated with Maoists since China started its road to capitalist heaven (good for them, I say!).
There are different kinds of revolutions. There are revolutions that are waged for freedom, like one that happened in 1898 in my country. There are seemingly incomprehensibly large revolutions that irrevocably alter the world as we know it (WWI and WWII are classic examples).
And then, there are revolutions of the heart.
Like when we fall in love and it changes us.