this morning #878.

this morning, there were so many types of lines. lies masquerading as lines. lines between us. lines for us to wait in. lines to sign on. betting lines on how all these lines will play out. no doubt that somebody was angling to make money. money in politics. politics as sport. forces that we know exist but choose to ignore. ignoring that we have choices. all these divisive voices whispering in our ears. playing to our fears. year after year. frogs stuck in a pot of slowly boiling water on the surface of a slowly boiling planet not planning to do anything about it other than show up & vote. too tired to get fired up in any manner that actually matters. so certain of something, i guess.