It's Tuesday

*Spoiler alert. There is nothing uplifting about this post. If you are saturated in sadness, feel free to skip today and come back tomorrow. Believe me, I understand.

 January 6, 2021. America's Nightmare.

For months, I've been expecting something like this.If  you connect the dots, you know where you are going to end up. But I expected it in the abstract. Expecting something to happen isn't like witnessing it. Seeing a policeman being crushed by a mob. A noose hanging. The confederate flag waving. A policeman being beaten with the American flag. Our capitol, our house, desecrated. Windows smashed. Congress members' offices ransacked.Insurgents wearing sweatshirts with January 6, 2021 Civil War on them and others with antisemitic slogans. 

Worst of all, five people were killed, one a policeman. Why? To overthrow our election, our government.  To turn democracy into an autocracy. Over the months votes have been counted and recounted then recounted again. The results were taken to court over sixty times and found to be legitimate. But just like 'Fake News', if 'rigged elections' is repeated often enough, people begin to believe it.

For years, congress men and women were willing to reach across the table, willing to put aside their differences and compromise for the good of the country.  It was healthy. It insured democracy survived. And sprinkled amongst congress  were heroes, on both sides of the aisle. Then we lost John McCain and John Lewis and the last of our heroes were gone. 

What are we left with? A man whose first and last concern is himself, and his enablers. There are rumblings about another uprising the seventeenth and the twentieth. I hope we aren't on the verge of civil war.

Arnold states it much better than I ever could.

 

AND...

I hate ending on such a negative note, so let me add, an innkeeper was once fined and jailed for making uncomplimentary remarks about John Adams' posterior.