This is who we are. It really stings. We have all these superhero and war movies, where audiences cheer and fantasize fighting the good fight against all odds, defending honor, valor, Americanism, family, humanity, decency. When, the reality is that too many would take the money from the hands that delivered a bone saw to execute and dismember a human being, a journalist, that was spilling the atrocities we pretend to fight. The thought that a foreign entity could probably kill any one of us, and then pay to have a group of Americans perform for them is brutal. Anne Frank gave a face to the oppressed, made them real. And we forgot. Some kids are coming home, wondering about the whereabouts of their parent(s).
Bill Burr has rationalized it- those performing all have. It's sickening. We're phonies. The people that are marching, and risk being identified and pressured to lose their jobs or be arrested, and then god knows what. They're the real heroes. Well, we get to march on the 18th, and protest in solidarity, as Americans, while some clowns sell out.