Rageaholics Anonymous
The party of contempt and spite has itself a rampage.
“Tis a passion that is pleased with and flatters itself. How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defence and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?” — Michel de Montaigne, from his essay, entitled ‘of anger’.
The building that houses Congress, including the hallowed chamber of the Senate, was breached by a rampaging mob, yesterday. The chamber was empty, having been evacuated after a Trump rally went pear-shaped and whose members would not obey DC police orders to disperse. The intruder into the Senate chamber, a man wearing a black jacket, black gloves, a long checked scarf, and a black hat with incongruously bright red stripes seemed to be half-amused and somewhat scared under a sneering blush of anger and resentment. He was also wearing what looked like some sort of protective knee and shin guards. He reached the dais and mounted it. Seating himself in the Senate President’s chair — under the engraving of E Pluribus Unum — he raised a fist and declared that Trump had won the election.
Welcome to the guerrilla insurgency of the ruling party…
Wait… What?
One might think that, of all the people all in the world, Donald Trump would have…
