Serious Fantasy: The Institute for the Indentured Educated Class

There is this big, somewhat ugly house next to where I am currently living. It has been stripped clean, and the owners have been gone for well over a year. It's a foreclosure. The bank tends to mow it at the last minute, so it's this hideous eye sore in a nice, tidy neighborhood. Every time I walk by it with my dogs, I get really pissed. I have thought about leaving my dogs' shit in the yard, but then I realize that that would be utterly rude to the poor guys who must mow the yard each month. So, I pick up my dogs' shit and curse the bank that owns it. Then I curse a bunch of other banks, as well as politicians . . . by the time I get back home, I am seething. So . . . here's something I'd like to do with that house.

I'd like to buy it, fix it up, and turn it into . . . The Institute for the Indentured Educated Class. Wouldn't that be awesome? We could house a few people each month who were in real dire straights, and then have writers and researchers and scambloggers come and spend time there - it would be a commune. It would help the downtrodden sans pity or paternalistic scorn, and it would inspire people to think about all sorts of issues. It would be a meeting ground for like-minded and concerned citizens. It would be a tiny plot that still represented democracy in a wilderness of decadent, destructive neoliberal shit. It would be great to do it in Texas, for it would show that Texas, like its diverse and ever-changing population, has serious potential for good.

How can we change this serious fantasy into something real?