Recently I decided that I was done with my usual vacuous, timid approach to life. I want to follow my dream with the one life I have to live.

And then I think about how someone in 1940’s Germany could have felt the exact same way. Do they give up on their dream, flee the fascist regime, or did they doggedly stick around, ignoring what was happening around them in an attempt to fulfill their truest desire? Is it possible to be a successful actor/comedian whilst not living in NYC or LA? Do I make the push for my dream, while pushing away all the news, or do I flee to a safe country and try to cobble together something I can call fulfillment?

Shit, the amount of far-right lunatics with guns in this country already scares the bejeezus out of me, but adding on a fascist dictator is just a bridge too fucking far.