Getting used to tyranny

Sometimes I feel like a frog that’s getting boiled. The temperature keeps going up slowly, so I’m not really provoked to jump out of the pot. Just now, in the California gulag, a law was enacted to forbid the watering of “decorative” grasses, regardless of drought conditions. But it’s okay. We’ve become sort of used to it. My sense of self-worth, however, resents being told what to do with my water. Sometimes I think of sustaining other non-essential plants...and even taking a shower or washing dishes. But the self-anointed geniuses have already enacted a statute that limits household daily water...