There are Fabian Societies in the U. K., Australia and New Zealand. Why not an American Fabian Society? Or, come to think of it, why not an American Fabian Party?
An awful lot of people – myself, for example – would fit right in.
Our insignia should include the immortal words of Territitus Sciurus:
Euax! Seditio! sed prohibetur in diebus meis.
(Yay! Revolution! But not while I’m alive.)
Or, more elegantly,
“With tyrants, down! And rise the Plebs!” he cried;
“But not while I still breathe,” he mewed, aside.
Alexander Pope: The Enlightening of Sciurus
Or, in the mood of Hamlet’s avowal at the close of Act IV, Scene 5:
I prod resolve – tho’ softly – down the lane,
That ne’er the jade our parlous end attain.