Dobie Pokorny was on tour in support of his manifesto, Another Way: Beyond the Status Quo, an anti-corporate diatribe born of a lifetime of people-watching and corporate employment. He never had a career. Just employment. One job after the other, never quite fitting in anywhere. Never believing in the company he worked for.
The manifesto was something he believed in completely. Spouting off for a living was his new career, in spite of those who did not like his message or its messenger.
Driving north from Tennessee, he took a hard left, southwesterly, after escaping an angry mob in Indianapolis. With further stops in Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma and Texas, crowds grew larger and more receptive with each passing week.
Word was spreading. Well into his tour, he was filling up those previously half-empty hotel conference rooms, even the occasional small concert venue, as he shared his plans to save the world.
After that rough start, he was finally doing what he wanted, staying sober, and saying what needed to be said. Selling more books online, in stores, and in person now, he felt he was winning the war against those who would shut him up.
He was a reluctant hero, though. Nobody’s savior. He said so repeatedly, and refused to pretend otherwise. Several seminar attendees suggested he take himself more seriously. Act like a proper leader, they said.
To them, he said, "The fatal flaw of most would-be saviors is to