(I mean, I get it. We live in a 1984-style dystopia where I can’t question our very questionable government without being accused of being a traitor and secretly loyal to whichever foreign power is considered the enemy this week, and I should consider myself lucky that I don’t end up in Room 101, or Guantanamo Bay, or the Embassy of Ecuador in London. Yeah, I know.)
(I mean, I get it. We live in a 1984-style dystopia where I can’t question our very questionable government without being accused of being a traitor and secretly loyal to whichever foreign power is considered the enemy this week, and I should consider myself lucky that I don’t end up in Room 101, or Guantanamo Bay, or the Embassy of Ecuador in London. Yeah, I know.)