Let me start by stating that January 6, for the Christian community, is a generally peaceful day. It signals the official end of the Holiday season. It is collectively known as the Epiphany, Three Kings Day, Little Christmas, or the Feast Of The Three Kings. It is not a time for violence.
Which makes what happened this week at the Capitol tragically ironic. That one of the most violent acts in our history--my lifetime--should happen on such a peaceful meaning day. And you can thank the outgoing Presidient for that, as he engineered the whole thing, and I am sure, if not he, someone understood the meaning of this particular day, and chose it.
I am no political activist, but it broke my heart to see such an iconic structure broken into, and damaged. I was saddened that several, even one of "their own" died. No one deserved to. I began to fear worse--setting fire to rooms, burning down or blowing up the structure, in which case hundreds, maybe even top delegates, would have died.
Let me say. I have relatives out there who I know to be right-wing. But even so, I do not believe they would condone what happened this week at the Capitol. The extremists, though many in number, even those not there, are a representation, not a majority. If they were, things might not have imploded on them, as they had. Trump was finally trumped.
Now, cries ring out for "resignation," and "impeachment." Why weren't such declarations heeded sooner? And speaking of sooner, what is this about the National Guard not being called out when it should have been? Joe Biden was right. If this had been a different organization--say, Black Lives Matter, or the LGQBT--things would have been handled differently--and that is not a compliment.
Now, almost too late, delegates, to cover ass, as well as others deceived until now, are crying out for justice, against Trump. I have for anything proposed, but I have my own insidious brand of justice for him.
Two options. Tie him to a chair, funnel force feed him fast food, till he chokes, similar to how Robert Morely was fed his poodles baked in pies, in the 1973 film,"Theatre Of Blood." Or, take him to the San Quentin gas chamber, and instead of execution by gas, have him gassed from the vile stench of his own fart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is how to handle a White Trash Dictator! And his extremist followers, all of whom are domestic terrorists!
As a cry for peace, and an inspiration for now, I shall close with "The Flesh Failures.," from "HAIR." As in 1968, same as today--the title represents every one of us.
"Let The Sunshine In," darlings!!!!!!!!!! It is about time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well said.
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Victoria,
ReplyDeleteThe hearts are apt. This
incident was so heartbreaking.
And I am worried about the
inauguration.