The contradictions in his speechifying build upon one another.
He is an avowed liberal who staunchly supports gun rights, a
baby boomer who more closely identifies with the slacker crowd,
a theatrical rant 'n' raver whose studio is neater than a West
Point cadet's footlocker. Dougan is a leftist radical nut who
sits in a shed and broadcasts subversive propaganda--to perhaps
a couple of hundred middle-class people living in the quiet
neighborhood surrounding the house he shares with his mother.
Dougan is an unapologetic, howling fugitive from justice--if
fugitives can spend a lot of time landscaping a yard with
meandering brick paths through exotic plants and past lawn
gnomes that seem to number in the dozens.  Dougan's appearance
hardly fits the radical-lefty mold, either. Of about average
height and slight build, he is not a physically imposing
presence. He doesn't dress like a radical, unless radicals wear
slippers as they sit behind microphones.  The motives behind
Dougan's forays into broadcasting seem as