Oh, Clirkus.
We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in our dorms, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave me alone in my dormitory. Let me have my classrooms and my drawings and my super special mechanical pencil, and I won't say anything. Just leave me alone."
Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.
I want you to get mad!
I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your college's staff, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the freshmen and the thievery and the Russians and the missing mechanical pencil.
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.
You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My pencil has value!"
So, I want you to get up now. I want you to get up out of your chair. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,
"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"