On those days when the daydream of escape to another country is strongest, I think to myself that I do not want to live in, and I do not want my children to grow up in, a country where anyone, even a mentally ill person, can buy a gun.
I do not want to live in a country where health care is a lavish perk that only the wealthiest people can afford.
I do not want my children to face a future where politics and public policy are dedicated to the achievement of a single goal: the unlimited accumulation and retention of wealth for the richest Americans, even at the expense of the poor and sick.
There seems to be no way out. In this vital, energetic, creative, prosperous, boundary-bursting country, there is no impassioned, continuous, organized opposition to the present political establishment.