I Hope I’m Wrong

In an absolute nightmare scenario, resistance looks like wave after wave of demonstrators trying to breach barricades, storming the Capitol and the White House, intent on rooting out Trump and his cast of misfits in an effort to get their attention and confront them with their cold villainy.

Law enforcement, National Guard, maybe the Marines and January 6th pardonees would likely not take kindly to such assaults, and demonstrators would be treated poorly, violently, with deadly force. There is a bloodbath at the seat of power, all because massively skewed priorities have finally been confronted by the belief that government of, by, and for the people is an ideal worth dying for.

Backing away from that worst case, what we currently see is Maddow and Hayes and a bunch of pundits preaching to their choirs, trying to keep the abuse in front of us but having little effect on what at the moment appears to be a stunningly unstoppable force intent on tearing America apart.

We get our daily dose of Senators and lawyers and vloggers railing against Trump and trying to rally us troops, but Trump just keeps destroying the rain forest and putting in place the means to stay in power indefinitely. He’s blown through the checks and balances, with the exception of an occasional judicial delay. Still, there is an ill wind of inevitability blowing, hints that we cannot, much longer, simply give voice to our dissatisfaction and concern. Even the ballot box won’t save us. The cost of resisting is going to get steeper.

Can this be true?

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