From the Glass Podium

We are in an age that is unfamiliar. We have a president on the verge of becoming our nation’s first despot. His autocratic ideals have instigated a perpetual state of consternation among the subjects and citizens of this country, rendering our dissent sparse and dim. Our principles, as outlined in the constitution, are as moribund as this generation’s desire to revolt. The cloth of our flag dampens daily with our incredulity, ambivalence, and nonchalance in the face of a government that strives to become an ominous thing. It is with the weight of these actualities that our flag will become too burdensome for any coffin or pole to bear. When I ponder the future of this once-republic and the future of those nations we affect, it is with great despondency and immense importunity that I turn to you, my fellow man, to unite in the name of change. As the true employers, we must end this mutiny.