Writer's Block

The three-ring political circus unfolding around me was inspiring for a brief moment, but it's become so overwhelming that I have almost no idea what to say about it anymore.  I'm proud of my fellow citizens, those who try to stand up for what's right, but feel increasingly terrified and helpless as the new government continues to ignore the will of the people and becomes more brazen in its attack on our democracy with every passing day.  In a place where my elected representatives, chosen by others in spite of my own votes to the contrary, respond to my appeals with lies and assurances that they have no intention of changing, what must I do?  Shall I leave my job and go to join the protests?  Or would it be better to save all the resources I can for my family before my parents lose their pensions and Medicare?Who and what do I prioritize when I see signs of absolutely everything starting to crumble around me?  Perhaps there is poetry in this madness, but there's so much dark imagery that I don't know where to begin. Perhaps the events of the past week are simply too cliche, too stereotypical of a storybook totalitarian dystopia to evoke a novel response.  If I dare try, how long until they come for me, too?  Everything is progressing more quickly than even a confirmed old pessimist could have imagined.  I can't say there's been no response to the public backlash, but all I see is the executive branch repeatedly taking a mile and then giving back an inch(if that).  Add it up, and we're still rolling backward at an alarming speed; and we're not done accelerating yet.  Keep fighting, and I'll try to keep writing if I can ever process everything.  If you have any ideas for me, I'm all ears.  For now, I'm going to bed because I feel like my skull is being crushed in a vise.