A long, long time ago — Wednesday morning — I thought January 6 would be a historic day of celebration.

After all, when I finally fell into bed, well after Tuesday midnight, Democrats were on the cusp of flipping the U. S. Senate, and that was Big with a capital B.

And sure enough, I heard somewhere yesterday that the flip had come  to pass, and it was, or should turn out to be, Big.

But even tho it’s still true, and Big, and the sun has since crossed the sky and faded in dusk behind bare trees, I’m not yet in a celebrating mood.

It’s been, to put it mildly, a distracting, eventful day. A day that has, as Winston Churchill  once said of the Balkans, produced much more history than it could comfortably consume. And as I write, it’s a day that’s far from over.

Shortly after 1 PM, while the flip was still wrapping up, I looked up and something else had begun, something that drove it completely out of my awareness.

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BBC:

Guns were drawn . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3:40 pm . . . . A cop was reported among the injured so far  . . . No numbers yet.  . . . Chaos continues. National Guard from DC & VA reported on the way . . . DC  mayor sets curfew for 6 PM . . .

But the White House Grift Never Ends . . . .  Even as the coup proceeded, another White House fund appeal went out

 

The cops & national guard finally showed up in force and reclaimed the capital and its grounds, at least for now. Then shortly after 8 PM, Congress got back to work, certifying the 2020 presidential & vice presidential election results.

If they get that done, peaceably, then maybe that will be something to celebrate.

Or maybe not. The coup attempt was incited by more than one high official. And as the mob at length began to scatter and Representatives and Senators  emerged from hiding, more than one was quoting from the Constitution’s Fourteenth Amendment, a section not often repeated. Here it is: