Vice Versa

The sun came up a larger and brighter orange this morning.  November is nearing its midpoint and ash, not snow falls from above.  New California normal.

The President strangles the press openly now and the mass shootings occur on a regular basis.
We slide from synagogue to night club, from school to church.  And all the while the drum beats from Is this who we are? to yes, this is...who we are.  This is what we have become.
People always kid about getting their passports ready and moving to Canada.
They don't want us.
The time for kidding is over.
The Constitution is in a vice.
Two versions of the future pull at each end of the handle.
Civil War takes many forms; Civility only one.
The burning question is literally burning.