Though my mom has tried on numerous occasions to have me put a puzzle together with her, I must confess that I find building puzzles to be one of the least entertaining activities known to man. It’s actually quite infuriating. That said, I’ve read through countless articles reporting on the fiasco of redistricting in Texas and I can’t help but see the irony.
Redistricting is like piecing together a puzzle with the help of people you love and well … people who love to test your last nerve. It’s as if you’re assigned to build a puzzle with the sibling you always fight with, friends that go along with anything you suggest, the classmate that believes they’re the most intuitive human being since Christopher Columbus mistakenly declared he had discovered East Asia on the coast of the Bahamas,