Or, contrariwise, why will the victorious rebel leader order you spared when his forces come to drag everyone else in your workplace to the firing squad?
For purposes of this thread, please assume that you were as neutral as Heidi’s grandfather during the fighting.
ETA: forgot to answer myself!
It’ll be those damn overdue library books. Given that I checked them out in, like, 1992, they probably count as stolen by now.
I guess it depends on our new dictator. If s/he is Evil, I’d be up against the wall for that one dollar in taxes I never paid to the state of California in 2003. If s/he is benevolent, I could make myself useful in running things. I are trained in guvernment from ekspensiv skul!
Probably certain pacifists would have the biggest beef with me. Fortunately, since they’re pacifists, there’s not a lot they’d be able to do to me without a lot of tortured rationalization (not that that’s not a strength among their ilk).
I’d offer to paint a building-sized mural—in the style of the fantastic Lenin, Stalin, Saddam Hussein, or Orwell’s “Big Brother is Watching You” murals—in their honor. You can’t be a proper Great Leader (or Héroe de la Revolución) without your mug on the side of a building.
I instinctively chafe at the structures and expectations of any group. This, of course, means I am a selfish bastard who cares nothing for others, especially if “others” are carrying AK-47s and ideologies.