On a day like today, when liberty has been gagged, bound, beaten, raped, and shot by our Congress, I find it very hard to care about political matters, deciding that it doesn't really matter: as Thoreau said, voting for (or even supporting) the right is doing nothing for it.
What can I do but sit around and wait for the inevitable collapse of all our institutions? Shall I, like Sartre, just sit around and write my plays and philosophy, ignoring the occupation of my country by those whose intent is nothing but evil? And, like Sartre, do I really have a choice? What other can I really do but try to create works that may be able to persuade people to support what is right and just and good?
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