Nobody in America cares anymore.
I was gonna write something the other day on how, during one of the random and rambling walks around downtown I’m wont to take on muggy summer days, a bunch of people were milling around K Street in front of seemingly random office buildings, limply holding up signs about ‘free[ing] Iran’ and wearing green, briefly getting agitated for whatever delivery truck or SUV full of lost tourists would happen by every couple of minutes or so. This group, blithely unconcerned about the ghost town their chosen place of protest becomes on a hot Saturday afternoon, was one of the saddest things I’ve seen in a while. But then I went home and drank Belgian wheat beer and forgot about it, because I am an American.
