Laws are funny things. They’re a lot like the rules in the game Monopoly except someone may enforce them at gunpoint. As in the game some people choose to adapt or amend the rule of law as they see fit, all as part of their game play fun. But, unlike the game, these people aren’t playing with plastic houses and pewter top hats.

Donald Trump has previously sought to use certain eminent domain laws to further his real estate businesses. I think they left that out at the GOP convention this year. Small potatoes though – hardly different from the “free parking” money. Rules are made for the bending, eh?

Hillary Clinton’s play is more akin to seizing all the money directly from the till before the game starts, wrecking the race car, and leaving a few other players … uh … suicided… In her version the rules are the rules – for you; no rules for her and she does as she pleases.

A friend of mine brought this story to my attention last night. It’s about the FBI’s release of Hillary investigation materials. It’s alarming, yes, maybe more so than her likely Parkinson’s condition. Even the timing of the release is suspicious. Everything concerning Hillary is suspicious. But nothing seems to stick. The laws don’t apply to her at all.

This I covered, artfully I thought, exactly two months before last night. Laws Are Like Spiders’ Webs, I wrote. They are.

That’s really all there is to it. Nothing will be done and there’s no point in fretting. Given the still large numbers of Hillary supporters (and Trump supporters, to be honest) it seems to me that the American people would vote for damned near anyone, maybe anything.

Late last night as I pondered that uncomfortable realization I was visited by none other than Frank the Frog. A coincidence? Possibly. Frank, you may recall, was interested in higher office. Unfortunately, he was threatened by what he called “shadowy figures” and retreated underground (likely in the literal sense in his case).

I suggested that to him Americans might just vote for anyone or anything. I said, “maybe even a green amphibian!” “Amphibian-American,” he matter-of-factly corrected. He otherwise did not see it my way. We talked for a while. He insisted on delaying even his biography until after this election is past. I sense he might have been a little depressed.

Still, I find more comfort in a depressed, two-inch, green tree frog than in the political alternatives. At least he plays by the rules, rules he may not even be able to read.

Frank would be one of those small things easily ensnared by the law. He has to play along for his own safety. Trump, Hillary, the FBI and the government are large things. They easily smash through the law without consequence. By playing with them we jeopardize our safety.