Well, I have to bear witness to the pain of those who are *really* affected by what is going on. I have a caring voice, my heart isn't hard, but I am just realistic. All the Zen sayings in the world doesn't change reality for those whose who aren't privileged in the way I am. They know I empathize and I will fight/stand up for them, but I am also old enough to remember 1968, 1970, the whole damn thing. I was marching on the Boston Common when I was 14. It was ugly and violent then and the world is uglier and violent now.
In my own life, there are plenty of things that make me happy and I could easily ignore it all. But, I can't and I won't. I guess I am not perfect and I have no problem admitting I am pissed about what is going on in the US.