Absent, then, a surefire solution to save our republic, how about in this benighted interim we all do what we can? Frankly, I view America’s demise as inevitable. But, hey, I could be wrong (and hope to hell I am). One can never predict the ripples any single effort may generate.
I write. It’s what I do best. (Watch it, buster.) I can do it just as well from outside the U.S. as within. Besides, what’s my alternative: not write? Or try to be something I’m not, like an organizer or a leader or (more fantastic yet) a decent husband? If, for some, writin’ ain’t fightin’, so be it, but I well remember it was a letter to the editor that provided my first illumination.
Perhaps, then, in some miniscule way, my offering, as imperfect as it surely is, can be the crack that lets the light in for someone else.
Copyright © 2008 Mark Drolette. All rights reserved.
(published originally in Online Journal)
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