He came to save us. We didn’t recognize him. For the sake of his plan, he pretended to be something other than he was. He frightened the authorities, and they tried with increasing desperation to eliminate him. He won in the end.
That’s the summary of the career of Don Diego, alias the Fox, and with a few variations it’ll do for the careers of other saviors, too. In these stories the people is something of an undifferentated mass (on occasion, a passively rotting one), unable to make any significant effort on its own behalf. I imagine that, to run for president, you have to see yourself as a kind of Zorro. Likewise if you run for Anonymous. Or king. Or Christ.
I have nowhere else to go with this. But I’m thinking about it.
