Stupidity is curable. Malice and paid shilling are not. You’re in the stage of anger I was about 10 years ago—moral indignance. Eventually it passes and you fall into the stage of anger I’m in now, which is low-level, bone-aching lividity at the impotent posturing that comes from moral indignance. At least, the only kind that has existed this side of 1945.
And so the world turns on.