No, I’m from the Shire, and Mordor doesn’t exactly make conversation with us.
But I pay notice to the black smoke. To the Nazgul strikes and the fires of war. I can feel his dark eye watching us all from atop his wasteland tower, whispiering lies and doubt into innocent ears. I hear a poison tongue speaking wicked words into the ear of a decrepit leader, making him but a puppet. I see a war chief turn on his master in a bid for power, only to be cowed and granted a traitor’s reward.
I look to the east, and see Mordor.
Health care executives sentence millions to death because saving their lives isn’t profitable. If you kill someone attempting to take your life, that’s self-defence.
I am on board with promoting self-defence as a form of political action.