Insurrection

It is difficult to believe that only last Sunday I could write about that foggy day on the beach where Martha found a royal sea star.  It seems like so long ago.  So much has happened in only a handful of days that it feels almost like the day the twin towers were hit on September 11, 2001.  Far fewer people died this past Wednesday than on 9-11, but the shock was surely just as great as on that day of infamy 20 years ago.  I knew this would not end well, but I never expected to see this vile, corrupt, incompetent buffoon of a President incite a MAGA-hat wearing mob to storm the Capitol.

 

 

We broke our rule about turning on the television this week and on Tuesday night we watched with growing optimism as Jon Ossoff and Rev. Raphael Warnock won election to the Senate, giving Democrats the majority.  On Wednesday morning we began to watch the routine counting of the electoral vote in Congress, and when we realized it would take most of the day we went to the grocery store.  That’s where I heard the shocking news on NPR that the Capitol had been overrun.  We hurried back and watched with horror, together with most of the country and the world, as the unbelievable scenes unfolded before our eyes.  I never thought we would see a Confederate flag carried through the rotunda, or legislators crouching on the floor in fear of their lives. 

January 6 - Epiphany Day.  Maybe this will be an epiphany for some of his supporters.  Needless to say, we have been watching the cable news ever since as this story continues to unfold, and in fact it is on as I write this latest post to the blog.  Surely Trump will be removed before January 20 one way or another, and the guilty and the complicit will be held to account.   

Until then, this blog will fall silent for a few days.  Perhaps we can return by then to quiet walks on the beach looking for sand dollars and sea stars.