No, I didn’t put together a blog post for yesterday. The sheer fuckery of what happened, of that attempted coup, speaks volumes, volumes that I would dilute by trying to form any one coherent thought dealing with it.
But make no mistake: this was an attempted coup. This was an insurrection. We are extremely lucky that it failed.
The next thirteen days are going to be difficult. There is no denying that. But the end is in sight. We will make it. We can get there.
But I’m also not surprised that yesterday happened. Because these cultists made absolutely sure to let everyone know that they would not accept the results of this election, because their golden calf, their chosen idol lost. They aren’t livng in reality; they haven’t been for quite some time.
Things are going to get worse before they get better. If they get better at all.
Yes, I’m angry. I had my phone running a live feed of the ongoing events and at several points, I started screaming in frustration. I shouted at the Grand Nagus while he made an eighth assed attempt to calm the crowd. I caught myself snapping, “If those Senators don’t want to wear a mask, pitch them out to the crowd. That might change their minds.” Thankfully, Prime came home, we made dinner and I switched the news off, which helped.
But I’m angry. I’m still angry. I will be for a good, long while.
Remember this. Remember how you were gaslit and lied to four years. Remember how your concerns and feelings were ignored. You were too sensitive. You were getting worked up over nothing. It wouldn’t be so bad.
Yet, here we are.
I am hoping that things will get better. But remember, we have a long road ahead. It’s going to take a lot of work and we’re going to have to be ready to step up and get things done.
We can’t let another day like yesterday happen again.