How I survived the Capitol insurrection
I still see that little punk's face in my head when I close
my eyes, sitting smugly behind my desk as if he had every right to be there.
At first, I didn't know how he got there, how he and his
horde had broken away from the main body of protesters outside -- they thinking
to bring their protests right into the Capitol building and make us aware of
who really is boss in this country and it is not us.
They didn't seem to care how important we are and how we
owned this place not them.
Never was I so glad as when the troops came and dragged
those little shits out, including that little twerp at my desk-- though we all
know these little criminals would never have had the nerve to do this if Trump
hadn't pumped them up about how they ought to take back their government from
criminals like us.
He was the one I blame for all of it and the one we need to
lock up so he can't do it again.
Yes, I feel better now that the troops have arrested them, and
I got to sit behind my own desk again.
But I feel a little dirty sitting here, violated.
That punk actually thought he was as good as I am and that
he actually owned his place instead of us.
I'm against guns but I know if I had had one when I saw that
punk, I could not have stopped pulling the trigger until he and all of them
were dead.
And all this rage is still inside me knowing that trump
could do it again If we don't stop him.
While Impeaching is too good for someone like him, we have
to lob the head off this beast before these punks question the legitimacy of
other elections, we might have decided to steal like we did this one
We need to show them all who really is boss in this country.
Yes, down deep I know they're right; we did steal this
election.
But what else could we do? That bastard in the White House
was trying to ruin the game for us, the nod and wink arrangement we have with
more Reasonable people in the GOP, with whom we share power every eight years
-- we taking our share then letting them have eight years for them to take
theirs.
Then comes along a monster like Trump who says we shouldn't
be taking any shares at all.
We we’re all scared to death he might finish what he started.
We know perfectly well none of us belong in the Capitol
building any more than the protesters do.
None of us will admit this, of course, not even to each
other.
We all like being here too much, being part of this exclusive
club of power. We love ruling over hicks like these as if they are peasants,
which they are.
Most of all we love the idea that we can humiliate Trump,
even after we cheated to get him out of office.
Still, I’m scared all the time, like a fake I know will
sooner or later get exposed.
The invasion of the Capitol Building has unnerved me.
I keep looking over my shoulder, expected to see them barging
down the halls like a reenactment of the Boston Tea Party with Trump or someone
like him in the lead.
This is the reason I intend to vote to convict him, even
though we all know it’s unconstitutional to do so.
We need to crucify Trump so he can’t lead people to believe
they own the government.
I don’t care if the Capitol Building looks like the Berlin
Wall.
All I care about is myself.
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