These cautionary tales we seem trapped in - the ones about the limits of the voice of the electorate after the votes are cast and the powers that be start doing whatever it is they do, however they do it - the ones we call "Ragged Mountain" or "The United States of America" which are actually serving to dissolve the already tenuous belief of a semi-voting population that what they think matters, are making us all crazy.
It's like it says in the bible: "You can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands." (Axl, 3:16.)
It's enough to make you lose track of reality.
But if I might dust off a little chestnut from our local elected official/fringe scientist, Rick Randolph, "Go ride your bike."
He's right about that.
The rest, I reckon, will be decided in court.
Someday, I aspire to be the sort of individual who can use phrases like "legal fiction" with a straight face, to actually believe that I know so much about the system that you, on your side, whatever it is, your thoughts and beliefs are literally made-up shit that should reside in the fiction section of the library, right alongside Judy Blume.
Until such time, I'll just do whatever Rick says, and then vote my conscience at every available opportunity, which - as always - is the only voice anyone who believes in Legal Fiction actually has.
The voting booth: the one place where Fiction can become a reality.
See also, the United States of America.
Up, up, up.