Do we rage against the dying of the light until the very last possible moment?
Why are we raging against the machine?
Like Dylan Thomas impassioned, we "do not go gentle into that good night," we "rage, rage against the dying of the light".
We can rage against the dynamic or we can better adapt to it, thinking more about how we channel resources to those areas most affected, how we strike the balance between the needs of long-term residents and those newly arrived, and how we achieve balanced and harmonious communities.
In a 1996 article titled "It's Time to End Corporate Welfare as We Know It," he raged against the exploitation of public lands, the savings and loan bailouts and giveaways of drug patents.
We rage against social media, on social media, lament the selfie … on Twitter, a social media platform famous for restricting its profound essayists to 140 characters.
If we rage against them Starsuckers-style, with an annihilating, snobbish superiority, we will lose the argument.
But when we rage against the "stupidity" and "ignorance" of "rednecks" who live in Trump towns like Lake Harmony or refuse to deal with them completely we are guilty of a similar "Othering" effect, one that feels contrary to the inclusive spirit of rave culture.
"We must raise our voice in support for those in Salford who have no voice, there must be tears in our voice for those most in need, there must be defiance in our voice and we must rage against anyone who promotes hate.
We can rage against this, get angry, become depressed.
