I just started reading a book by one of Indianapolis' most famous sons, Kurt Vonnegut. I'd gotten to page 14 of Timequake when I was suddenly hit by an urge to write something. You should read this book; even though I've barely gotten through the prologue, it's pretty good. I was struck by a remark he made about a fictional story in which a 3rd airplane was sent to drop an atomic bomb on Japan. I connected it with something my friend Glasser said once about how authors and actors shouldn't use their celebrity to promote this or that political agenda.
That's the point at which I thought, What gives anyone the right to determine how other people live? What gives GW Bush the right to be president and make all sorts of decisions that affect every single human being on the planet? He certainly never went to President school? He was a numbskull in his own university, one who would probably be a homeless druggie if he didn't have insanely wealthy parents who leeched off the lifeblood of people who actually do something somewhat productive for the world. He certainly isn't exemplary of the 'values' that the uber-conservative Indiana instilled in me: he didn't make his own was in the world, he never suffers the consequences of his idiocies, and he certainly doesn't practice what he preaches.
Then I thought, it's probably not nice to write that, I'll probably offend someone. The next thought that went through my mind was, Well, fuck them. People are way too goddamn sensitive.
So in short, read Timequake, writers should be able to have their voices heard, even if they're famous and I don't like them, and I'm definitely in need of sleep. Later.