I often get discouraged about how far and how fast my country has fallen since cult daddy trump, with the assistance of his authoritarian idol Putin, stole the election just a short few years ago, especially knowing that almost half of my country supports him so fervently and blindly in his relentless drive toward our seemingly inevitable destruction.
Just writing that depresses me because I know that no matter how much I rant and rave in my futile resistance here and elsewhere I will have absolutely no effect on altering the course of this national train wreck we’re on.
So then, why persist to resist in futility?
Because I’ve taken to heart the words of A. J. Muste in response to a reporter who asked him, “Do you really think you are going to change the policies of this country by standing out here [protesting the Vietnam War] alone at night in front of the White House with a candle?”
To which Muste replied:
Oh I don’t do this to change the country. I do this so the country won’t change me.