To help confirm my subject matter’s www worthiness, I’ll occasionally delay a posting date to subject my content to a litmus test; i.e., to see if my passion wanes. Seeing how, now, over seven weeks later, my strong feelings persist, here we go…
January 20, 2021 had not only been Inauguration Day in America, but had also marked the two week anniversary of Donald J. Trump’s attempt to overthrow America; a.k.a. America’s darkest day.
What else does one call it when the subversive POTUS assembles, motivates and mobilizes his private army of domestic terrorists; incites them to go on a rampage where they (literally) shit all over the premises; attempt to take out, lynch, hang, etc. the political enemies of his own making (inclusive of his very own Vice President); do their damnedest to prevent the formal, Constitutionally mandated certification of Joe Biden’s Electoral College victory.
That America’s nearly 2½ century long tradition, re the orderly transition of power, had trumped Trump’s coup d’état; that Joe Biden, the man I had helped to elect, was now standing upon the world stage to take his Oath of Office had me breathing a sigh of relief; and more. So caught up in the spirit of that historic, uniquely American moment, I even flung open my home’s front door to proudly hang my nation’s flag.
However, within mere minutes of making my patriotic statement, there came this angry sounding pounding on my (fortunately) locked screen door. Out of habit, I warily peered thru the main door’s peep hole.
Seeing how my flag was blocking my view, all that appeared was one of the optically distorted red stripes. By the time I had relocated to ever-so-cautiously crack open the living room curtains, whoever had stood on my front porch had already vamoosed. Nobody in sight was hoofing or lead footing their getaway.
Soooooo… had those three startling thumps been “courtesy” of a Trumper? The type of Klansman / Brownshirt, who’d much rather snappily salute a Civil War era Confederate flag and/or clenched fist pump at a WW-II era Nazi flag.
Even as I type these words, I keep trying to reassure myself that, perhaps, my unexpected visitor had merely been a friendly neighbor or some desperate to earn his/her commission, door-to-door salesperson, but…
Ever since the onset of the pandemic, such appearances have been trending in the range from rare to virtually non-existent.
Of course, considering how there still are 74,216,154 ignoraNuses (<— not a typo) out there, who had voted for Trump last Election Day; who still believe his flat out lies about voter fraud, how can I not worry that one of these buttheads had resorted to the clenched pounding fist approach to rebut my visual Op-Ed; the American Flag’s true blue statement.
And how do I know, with any certainty, that this angry entity won’t come back?
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