The under reaction caused the overreaction again. Reaction to the action, the oldest law in the book of natural ways, the way we greet the day, the way we say goodnight. But not in Portland, where the overreaction caused the under reaction. Only another overreaction could eventually lead to another under reaction, which would be the end of it, if an end is desired, which is doubtful. They broke the huddle with the play, strapped up their helmets and adjusted their face masks, they're trying to win the game. But they won't.
The electoral season is upon us now. The checkers players are looking wild eyed and mumble words about nothing, deep down they know they are merely checkers players, reacting like checkers players, overreacting like checkers players, under reacting like checkers players, shit talk and bluster. A humorless shroud of inauthenticity, cynicism, and fear cover them. The chess players are thinking ahead, using knowledge from the past, leveraging the many maneuvers and capabilities available, anticipating the opponent's reaction to any action employed. They act concerned and worried, but in reality, they are not, they know chess players will always beat checkers players, the knights ride, the bishops bless, the rooks rock, and the pawns shop.
Seems about a 100 Years Ago, don't you think sometimes it wise not to grow up. Ain't got no time to waste, maybe it's time to hide away. The air smells sweet and strange, must be the Goats Head Soup (73). Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Heartbreaker, and Angie, and Coming Down Again, and Silver Train, and Star Star. That Scarlet track would have fit nice, they must have been cognitively impaired at the time not to include it.