What will she say about Democracy’s broken windows and battered walls? What will she say of its fashion choices; black, like every day was its own execution? Four wars and seven fears ago our abhorred gorefathers brought forth a declaration proclaiming the decimation of compassion, equality, and common sense. Every day, Doomdom knocks at the door of our conscience, wondering how we’ll respond. In times like these, may benevolence serve us well. May our strength of character prove mightier than lies. Silence, too, is an option. When in the face of loathsome acts we do or say nothing, our inactions can be as loud and obliterating as bombs.