Our lives are bounded by other things, too. By reality. By limited resources or budgets. By limits to our personal agency or power.

Within these boundaries we live our lives. Appreciating those things that support and nurture us, sometimes struggling against the limitations. And occasionally noticing an overlap, seeing that things are not so simple as we first thought–that limits may also be sources of assistance and reinforcement. Such are the boundaries of a normal human life.

But what happens to a person when there are none? No boundaries. When beauty is neither noticed nor appreciated. When the love of family was either never there or was distorted or deformed in some grotesque way, beyond one’s ability to recognize, heal, or compensate. What if beyond this, someone has an unlimited budget and unlimited personal agency and power, and even more than that a circle of powerful and sycophantic ‘helpers,’ eager to aid in the acquisition of whatever treasures can be imagined, and foes conquered? And what if the treasure hunter/conqueror has openly said that the only limit to his powers and desires is his own mind? And that if you support him now ‘you will never have to vote again.’

Well, then you have exactly what we have. A ‘leader’ who is not fit to be anything of the sort. And because his ‘conquests’ now include all of the Executive branch, the Legislative, and most of the Judicial, he is now completely without boundaries. Just as he always dreamed and always wanted.

Almost. For there is one boundary left. The people. A people who have for 249 years become accustomed to freedom and to representative leadership. Accustomed to the point of taking it for granted, unfortunately. But who are now rousing to the danger, recognizing what they have had and what they are losing. Seeing the good things that have nurtured and supported their lives being torn apart, one by one, at the direction of the damaged, corrupt, infantile and pitiable ‘leader.’ The people in Minnesota have become fully awake, understanding the goodness and beauty of their state, with all its boundaries of cold and weather and climate and frozen lakes and sweeping blizzards, the normal limits of personal power and the imperfections of humanity. But they truly see their state and they see their neighbors, and they have set a boundary.

They have said to the rapacious ‘leader,’ no more. Not here. We are your limit, the sort of which you have never met. We do not consent, we do not acquiesce, we do not comply. We do not step back. And the ‘leader’ has heard. His sycophants and enablers have heard. And they are confused and fighting among themselves, trying to decide what to do next.

While Minnesota waits… for the rest of the nation to join them. For we are the last boundary.

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