"These 300,000 people are no longer a disorganized mob. They are warriors with class consciousness. They are our base, the roaring fire that's already been lit."
Leo lowered his second finger.
"The second group: the centrists, the silent majority scattered across the entire state of Pennsylvania."
"They are the dry kindling."
"They live in the slums of Philadelphia, on the outskirts of Harrisburg, and in the decaying small towns in the middle of the state."
"They're having a hard time, unable to afford medicine or pay their bills. They hesitate, they watch from the sidelines. They want change, but they're also afraid of losing the little they have."
"When they see the ads on TV, they have their doubts. They aren't stupid; they just lack proof."
"They need someone to give them a reason—something tangible to fight their fear."
Leo looked at his last raised finger.
"The third group: the laggards. They're the wet logs."
