The wind is blowing hard here

There has been a spate of wind here for the past two days.  It blows so hard that it rattles the windows, and in the case of my apartment, it often comes right through.  The best source of heat in such a storm is an electric blanket, and I'm very grateful that I've got one.  

Victims of circumstance are the fruits of the world where fortune favors the fortunate and children and adolescents look at the world without hope.  
I was reading one of the more optimistic diaries, and basically what it said to me is that there is what might be called an opposition consciousness, a consciousness unexpressed in the government.  
For how long will it be unexpressed?  
I hear that Iran is testing a nuclear bomb next month, and I really wonder-- is what went around in 1945 going to get back to us?
The exposure of the crimes the government has committed against humanity is bound to provoke some kind of righteous-indignant response.  Speaking for myself, I don't feel so righteously indignant.  I feel humiliated because I have not done something more concrete toward the overthrow of this regime.  And it must be overthrown.
Whether through elections or a countercoup, it must bite the dust with no time to chew.