I know. You just checked your calendar and the Feast of the Epiphany is tomorrow, January 6th. Yeah, I'm talking about a totally different kind of epiphany that I'm waiting for about half the folks with whom I share the country to experience. And so far, it's slow going.
Tomorrow, three years ago, we had an insurrection in the hallowed halls of our nation's Capitol, an attempt, if you will, not unlike Hitler's Munich Beer Hall Putsch in 1923.
There were no 'fake election results,' just a spoiled brat/accomplished grifter/brilliant liar inciting his brainless followers to run riot in the halls of Congress in a failed attempt to frighten into silence all those with whom they disagreed.
They weren't tourists-they were assholes.
Destructive, vindictive assholes and not nearly enough of them have been caught and convicted of the crimes they committed that day. If your blood doesn't boil watching that video, you are wasting time being here.
As for the Major Maggot who exhorted the MAGA Mutton-headed Minions to riot? He's still wandering around free and is actively campaigning for the thoroughly morally bankrupt Republican Party nomination for President (and is the odds-on favorite to receive it). It's like John Brown and Harpers Ferry never existed.
Trump 2024?
I'm thinking more like twenty to life. How's that for an epiphany?
-bill kenny
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