Coffee is delish this morning. A score for the positive in a lake of negativity. I’ll take it.
Like everyone else lately, I’ve been inundated with the incredulous news of the white supremacy terrorist siege on our nation’s capitol.
Of the silence of the Blue Lives Matter crowd. You foul hypocrites. His name was Officer Brian Sicknick. Say it.
Of likening GOPers fleeing their own self-caused chaos to “rats on a sinking ship.” Newsflash: Rats can tread water for three days. That’s seventy-two hours for cowards to type resignation letters while pretending to consider the 25th Amendment.
Of feeling conflicted over the death of Ashli Babbitt. I will never celebrate a senseless death – because it was definitely unnecessary. The woman should still be alive…but what the hell did she and the other treasonous cretins expect for their crimes? A happy meal like Dylan Roof?
Another insurgent was trampled to death. I have to wonder if her ‘Don’t Tread On Me’ flag was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Inquiring minds, you know?
While attempting to steal a painting of Tip O’Neill, a male terrorist tasered himself which caused a fatal heart attack. By the way, the jury is still out on whether it was in the genitals or not.
There’s still much to be seen regarding this failed American coup. The next days will turn investigative extrapolation into cold hard facts.
As for me, well, if it wasn’t for coffee…
Charred Ice 