Here it is. The new age, where nothing makes sense and the more asinine it sounds, the more likely it is to be happening. Good, evil, right, wrong, fact, fiction, none of it means anything. Things just are. Because loud, proud ignorance says so.
It's an interesting time to be alive. I've never been bored in my life, but I would sure love to try it. As it is, though, I'm going to be angry and frustrated and terrified and indignant for some time. I'd say something like "four years", but let's not assume time or space or anything else are comprehensible phenomena anymore. Or that dissidents like myself won't be jailed or hanged by then. Or that all life on Earth won't have simply been obliterated by nuclear weapons. Nothing's given, things just are. Because small, spiteful vanity says so.
So far, the worst expectations I could muster have only ended up demonstrating the limits of my own imagination. But my dense optimism means everybody here has one more ally -- I will stay and fight. The temptation to abandon this poisoned ship and its lunatic captain will be overwhelming, but we have to stand strong. Because courage and right and decency say so. Those things don't exist in this age, true enough, so it falls to each of us to create them.
Dissent is patriotic. We shall overcome. [Inspirational quip #3 not found.]